The Poodle Fireproof 
Era sempre stato il migliore. Aveva la casa piena di trofei, and had come to the considerable record of 135 homeless people burned in a single year. Between the covers and in television interviews had become a real star, and had even had to contact more than one agent to handle his evenings. Often gave a foretaste of his amazing skills in public, giving the poor man some fire in front of an enthusiastic crowd. Its mixture of petrol and diesel was 100 percent reliable, and had never missed a shot: it was once even managed to burn a homeless man at the North Cape in the winter, with snow coming down copious but unable to stop that evil fire. Everything seemed perfect until the day he proposed not to challenge the bum retardant, a veritable nightmare of all those in its class. No one had been able to light a fire on the strange man, and burn was the target of an exceptional career that would become legendary. The event prepared in every detail, with a direct tv unprecedented five cameras would cover the small portion of the public park where the homeless fire retardant used to spend their nights, and even the smallest detail was revealed for the extremely public from home. He was even expected to slow motion to capture the moment in which the homeless would shine on his own. Our hero prepared a considerable amount of mixing, secure it without too many problems: the spring night was a valuable ally, and especially was convinced that there could be no bum retardant.
will just a publicity stunt, it was repeated several times, aware of its vessels. He arrived on site on time, showing off his famous smile.
- Are you hot? - Asked the blonde presenter of The Great
bonfire.
-very hot-he said, winking and showing her needs.
blessed His victim was asleep, and did not seem to notice anything. He walked slowly, and began to flood the bum with his mixture. After having carefully poured the liquid over all parts of the body, took a match and dropped it on the bum. The flame flew slowly over the sleeping body e si spense al contatto con il cappotto sgualcito. Il barbone aprì gli occhi, e vide quello che stava avvenendo.
Sottovoce si rivolse al suo avversario- Tu non potrai mai bruciarmi. Sono sulla strada da troppo tempo, ed il mio cuore è ormai diventato di ghiaccio- Il nostro piromane rimase interdetto, ed il sorriso gli sparì dal volto, ma solo per un attimo. -Vedremo- disse con aria di sfida.
Guardò la telecamera, e mostrò la fiamma ossidrica: con questa non avrebbe potuto fallire.
Una volta sopra il suo bersaglio cominciò a sparare il suo fiume di fuoco, ma questo incredibilmente si rifiutava di scorrere sul corpo del barbone. Visibilmente infastidito, il nostro eroe continuò nel suo operato fino a quando, disperato, not threw the bottle toward the camera, centering it in full.
-What 's a joke? - Churches facing the staff of the transmission, where the first were already grumbling. After a moment of initial embarrassment, the blonde presenter took the floor again
- Unfortunately, we were wrong. Before us there is a sample, but only a good player. And now for the line to our new game, the death penalty in
! -
- But like a good player? I am the strongest of all! - He said, while everyone turned their backs. His agents went off on the sly without even saying goodbye. They were only technical television, pledged to remove all equipment. In the silence that knew of frost, the former star sat side by side with the man who had just ridiculed.
- Cursed ..- told-you've ruined me! Now what do I do? -
The tramp looked at him straight in the eye
- Look here there is room for two - he said, pointing to the empty park.
Our hero suddenly burst into tears, struck by an unexpected act of solidarity from the man who had just tried to burn.
instinctively, without thinking too much about him, and embraced.
Those few technicians who swore at the homeless began to lose water as if you were melting.
His heart was not ice, heated by a strip most powerful the blowtorch.
A simple hug.
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