Helping the dinosaurs

When the sun rose the fire had finally been put out; only a few small embers still glowed with the terrible light of the fire. What had been a farm was now reduced to a pile of ash; the fields were completely black, the fences and any other wooden structures had been worn to crumble, and what remained were only the skeletons of the buildings. The smoke still emerged from the ashes, but at least now it was white, a sign that the fire had been completely extinguished.

It hadn't been an emotionless night at all. Firefighters and police had worked hard to contain the flames and prevent them from spreading. Now that the sun was rising and the emergency was over, many of them were sitting on the ground or leaning on vehicles to catch their breath.