The fire engine raced the tiny vehicles on the road, sirens screaming and the lights flashing like a cross between desperate disco lights and a new configuration of the aurora borealis.
Fire and Rescue. What a thing to be a part of. Nick couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the knowledge. Kids looked up to him, all those dear elderly people loved him, and his family admired his bravery.
It was scary sometimes - terrifying - but he did his duty with determination.
So along he hurried, to be someone's knight in shining armour. 'Help is on the way'.