It was getting hotter and hotter and my baby, my baby was trapped inside.”Mummy!” she yelled. She was coughing and spluttering; I had to get her out. I ventured in trying not to get burned. When I had finally reached my baby the combustion was sizzling in front of me. Her quills were alight but then I released it was not my baby so I climbed out carefully. As the smoke cleared my baby was coming my sweet baby. Then the fireworks- which had filled the sky with colour-had started and we turned into balls and we rolled off.
By Ceri and Poppy