I caught the snippet of it. They came to this side to meet their thirst. Seduced by the water drops, their attention were drawn here. That night, the sky looked iron red as fire sparked in near by forest. Slowly I became aware of the situation. I heard groans of animals. Their nose caught fire with each breath, they could die in a place like this, I thought.
A scream was coming from the forest. Coming, coming... My hands started to shake, I was so afraid, not a word passed between me and my father. That's how it was between the two people who witnessed the moment. A breeze stirred the dry leaves and from the fiery area of the bushes towards the other end-we heard the sound of footfalls of the animals. I wished somewhere a dam would crack open and water would be spilled out. Very soon, big water tankers arrived there to smash the fire. Next morning, I looked up to the sky, the gray smoke was disappeared. Instead of fire, we found dirt and ashes left in the part of the forest.
A few days after the incident, rainy season started. The area of the jungle which witnessed the fire, were dotted with patches of green grass. My father and I started planting tulips in our area. I looked down and picked up a fistful of muddy cool soil. I hoped I would never experience that night. I was thankful to God because some animals were still alive, thankful to the luck of deer who huddled around the basement to drink the trickling water drops. My father said,"Nature is more tricky than luck in the wild life." They were saved from the incident because their thirst had drawn them out of the forest.