It was too late.

The fire scattered around, spreading rapidly like how fast butter can spread on bread . Thunderous waves of wings beating smacked into the houses , almost knocking them over. A dreadful sound of roaring and snorting was heard from above , and, once again ,the fire rose higher.The steady pace of beating continuously shook at the peoples’ houses , although the fire was too hot to go 15 inches close to . A blasting explosion boomed smack in the middle of the street, and now the dragon was no more than a silhouette , raging on to create more fire . . . oh dear!