And it’s all thanks to Wes and Fez! Early this morning, after Wes and Fez decided that Kitty was too small and too injured to use as a hat, Fez said they should cuddle up to use each other’s body warmth. Wes pushed him away and told him not to be a sissy pink-pants. Fez said they would die of hypothermia if they didn’t snuggle together, and hugged Wes with all his might. He threw in a kiss for good luck. Wes shoved and struggled but Fez clung on. They rolled around on the ground, punching and pushing, until Wes tore Fez’s tea cosy and backpack off and threw them into the fire. The backpack sizzled and quickly caught alight. A big hole burnt out of the side and, suddenly, our camp fire burst into action! Pink, orange, green and yellow fireworks began to spray out like a supersonic fountain. Shooting balls flew up in the air and exploded into showers of stars. Other balls shot into the sky, screaming and howling until they exploded with a bang and scattered sparks all over the bush.
