Bearable for perhaps thirty seconds but imagine if that were the sound of a game, your neighbours would be outside with pitchforks and
flaming torches quicker than Sonic with his bum on fire.
Every spring firefighters throughout the West approach the summer season with a proverbial prediction: If the winter was dry, all those parched trees will burn like
torches; if it was a wet winter, all those new grasses will fuel
quick fire starts and hot, runaway
flames.