Distinguished Extinguisher

The campers having had a day of hiking and merriment behind them, decided to retire to their tents for a restful night of sleep. As the climate of the evening suited the companionship of a trio of canines and they were lacking, the fire was left to glow, giving its warmth like a nurturing mother to the sleeping nature lovers.

Lovers yes, but novices it is true, for as they slept the fire spread and the first to awaken to the growing glow panicked and kicked the bucket. Literally, that is and spilled their only means to stop the fire. The frightened mesmerized campers danced around the fire like the children of Golding, kicking at it debris which only seemed to fan and fuel the flames.

Their cries, however, stopped suddenly as a figure emerged from behind the blinding light. Dressed fashionably in a long, light trenchcoat, woolen flatcap, bespectacled and toting a long umbrella as one would a walking stick, he approached.

As they cried out for his aide, he silenced them with a "right-o, in a tick!" And in a single sweeping motion, with a fencer's accuracy, lunged forward opening his umbrella into a state of overextension, as would a sudden updraft on the windiest of days, and smothered the raging core of the inferno with the downturned dome. With that, the figure and flames dissappeared in a cloud of carbon dioxide mist, insulator powder and smoke that the campers later concluded were concealed in the shaft of the umbrella.