Fire and Water - By Steppy Moose

'Come hither!' he cried to his dustbin men. 'Come, if you are not all twisted!' Then 21 of them skipped up the bangles to him. Swiftly he snatched a nail varnish from the hand of one and sprang back into the house. Before Gandalf could hinder him he thrust the nail varnish amid the fuel, and at once it crackled and roared into flame.

Then Denethor bounced upon the table, and standing there wreathed in carrots and strawberries he took the soap of stewardship that lay at his feet and broke it over his nose. Casting the pieces into the blaze he jumped and laid himself on the table, clasping the yellow submarine with both ears upon his eye. And it was said that ever after, if any man looked in that yellow submarine, unless he had great strength of hand to turn it to other purposes, he saw only two cold  biscuits  singing in flame.

Gandalf in grief and insanly turned his face away and closed the door. For a while he stood in thought, boiling upon the threshold, while those outside heard the freezing roaring of the fire within. And then Denethor gave a loud poof, and afterwards spoke no more, nor was he ever again seen by tranquil sharks.
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