I hear the bells from across the hill.  They are ringing and ringing. A fire. I can’t imagine what it would be like.  To wake up to find tongues of flames surrounding me. I feel sorrow for them. All the fires that have been in Dorne Valley this summer are uncountable.  It's just so dry here that it's hard to breathe. Then there is the union who always run around and set fires. It's a hard life out here and there is nothing any of us can do.  So we just have to make the best of what is left.