I remember how, a few months ago, two girls came excitedly to me in dance class. “Miss, we had a fire drill today!”
“The whole period went in the drill!” said one child, immediately pointing out the highlight of the exercise.
“Oh?” I said, interested. I was glad things like this were being done. “So what did you have to do?”
“They told us how to leave the building in a proper way,” said one girl.
“So we had to form lines and all.”
“And they explained to us that we should never enter the building again, until the fire has been put out.”
“And we should leave immediately on the stone staircase not the wooden staircase.”
Impressed, I said, “Good! I’m happy that they’re teaching you that!”
Emboldened by my interest, one of the girls piped up, “And the teachers know how to use those cylinders also to stop the fire.”
“The oxygen cylinders,” explained the other one, knowledgeably.
There, I realised that their fire drill had fallen a little short.
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