Macy walked into the library for another day of work. But something was different today. No one was there. It was normal to not have any customers, but where was Edith? She was always here to harass Macy first thing in the morning about being late or for her poor work in shelving books the day before. There were shouts outside, which Macy followed over to the abandoned parking lot across the street. She spotted Edith. But what was she doing? The scene in front of Macy became clearer. There was a fire. Huge tendrils of yellow and orange flames licked the early morning sky. Edith was dancing around the fire, yelling something Macy couldn't make out. There were men too, but they weren't joining in with Edith's the dancing and yelling. They were throwing things into the fire.
"Cool," Macy thought. The beauty of fire had always enticed and mystified her. She walked closer, hoping to join in.
"Macy!" Yelled Edith. "Stop them, Macy! They are burning my precious books! My books, Macy!"
So that's what the men were throwing into the fire. Macy caught the title of a book one man was about to throw in. It was entitled Aliens Walk Among Us. Furious that any human would be so insolent as to burn her favorite book, one which was vital to uphold the integrity of any library's collection, Macy tackled the man.
"Good, Macy!" She heard Edith yell over the crackle of the fire which was now next to Macy's head!
Cursing her head of large frizzy blond hair, Macy scooted away from the fire, but she was too late. Her hair was ablaze. Screaming at the pain as the flames burned her scalp, Macy ran out of the parking lot despite Edith's shouts for her to stop being silly and dunk her head in some water.
Macy ran blindly until someone threw a blanket over her head. She thought that someone was trying to suffocate her and wildly kicked until the person released her head.
"Jesus, honey, I was just trying to put the fire on your head out," said a woman.
"Oh," replied Macy. "Well then I thank you with all the honor of the Gruslin clan."
Deciding that the strange girl with seared hair had obviously suffered some sort of head trauma, the woman asked, "did you catch on fire from the Mosque?"
"No, books," said Macy. She eyed the woman and suddenly became very shy. The woman had on nothing but a skimpy bathrobe, which had blown open. All around them were more under dressed women who were throwing bottles at a huge fire engulfing the town's Mosque. Blushing and confused as to why there was another fire, Macy ran back to the parking lot to help Edith save more books, which were now being photographed by a group of dark-haired tourists who Macy had to run around as she neared the fire.
