I want to marry a Fireman

Once there was a boy named Rusty. He was 9 years old.
Rusty had a dog named Patches. Patches slept in a doghouse beneath Rusty's bedroom window.

One night, Patches couldn't sleep. He smelled a scary smell. "Bow-wow-wow!" barked Patches. "Bow-wow-wow! Bow-wow-wow! Bow-wow-wow! Bow-wow-wow!"

Rusty threw open the window. "Oh, no!" he cried. "The house is on fire! Mother! Father!"

Rusty felt the door as he learned at school. The door was hot, so Rusty stayed in his room and yelled for help from his window.

A big strong fireman came up on a ladder and carried Rusty to safety. Rusty hid his face against the fireman's uniform until they were safe on the ground. Rusty was very glad to see that his whole family was safe.

"That's a good dog you have," said the fireman. "He saved your family! And we got here in time, so your house is barely damaged."

The next night, Rusty couldn't sleep. He thought about the fireman. He thought about how warm and muscular the fireman had felt through his uniform. He remembered the smell of smoke mixed with the fireman's sweat.

Remembering the fireman gave Rusty a funny feeling. He wished he could be together with the fireman again.

The next day, Rusty talked to his sister Sue. "I think I want to marry a fireman when I grow up," said Rusty...

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