It was normal day, fall day. The air was cool, and the ground was dry. Crisp piles of leaves littered the ground; they were withered and crumpled, having long fallen off the branches above.

Torchwood had chosen the park as a good place to relax, breathe in the fresh air and work on making some emergency kits. The inner Boy Scout in him was clambering to get out, and the motto of ‘be prepared’ rang in his ears. The sandy colored colt wanted to be ready for anything; flash flood, alien invasions, monster attacks, and power outages.

He had all sort of goods spread out before him, bandages, flash light, even the kind of rations that astronauts eat. Torchwood was happy to count what he had and check items of the list.

But then, he was distracted by an odor of smoke. Turning to see where it was coming from, he saw three other phonies gathered around and just relaxing. One of them was smoking. Torchwood was pretty sure that the park had a strict ‘no smoking policy’ , but if they weren’t causing trouble he wasn’t going to bother much about it. But, as he watched them, Torchwood say one of them flick their lit cigarette into a haphazardly. It landed right in a pile of leaves.

That could start a fire! The bab quickly jumped into action. Leaping over, he dove into the pile and searched for the glowing bud. Embers were growing on the leaves, and starting to burn it up. Without hesitation, he stamped his hoof down hard on ember. Snuffing out the last of the cigarette with his hoof, he didn’t wince from the mild heat. Lifting his hoof, Torchwood checked to see if the ember was out and for signs of smoke. All was clear.

He then turned his attention to the three young punks. They were bigger than he was, but Torchwood knew if nobody told them to be more careful, someone might not be around to put out a fire if one started. “You! Don’t you know that leaves are flammable? You nearly started a fire! Do you want this whole park to burn to the ground!?” Torchwood was yelling, and continued to rant about the important of fire safety, and how if they were going to smoke, they had to take care to make sure it was put out properly otherwise they weren’t endangering just their own lives.

The three phonies, were shamed by the little bab, but one of them, mid Torchwood’s rant, pointed to his rump. “Hey, you better check it out, I think you got a mark there.”