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THE HOTTEST SUMMER

It was the hottest summer I can remember. The animals could not find any shade. The leaves were dry and did not give shade. The ducks and geese could not swim in the river because it was dry.

The wheat in the field was dry and the farmers had to harvest it. My father was in the field. He worked with Dick, his brother, there. My sister Betty and I were in the field, too. We brought water and food for them.

When we wanted to go home, Betty shouted: “Fire! I can see a fire!”

Dick stopped the lorry and jumped out. Now we all could see the fire.

“Keep Betty in the lorry,” cried Dick and he ran to the fire.

I had to stay with Betty in the lorry and I didn’t like it. I couldn’t leave her alone. The wheat near the lorry was on fire. The lorry might catch fire, too, and then it might explode.

I quickly jumped out of the lorry, poured water on my jacket and began to beat the fire round the lorry.