The fireworks had sat in their package under my bed for a couple of days, burning their way into my dreams. I'd chosen the box for the Catherine Wheel. It reminded me of when my uncle Bubba had come over from the States and had taken over the display. He planted all the fireworks in the mud, not realizing that the Catherine wheel should have been nailed into the fence. It took off like some crazy fiery chariot wheel, but flying horizontally as a frisbee would. The damn thing chased him all around the yard, even singed the back of his coat where it hit him. I'm gonna nail this one to the fence, but I'll post a video of it on Facebook for Uncle Bub, I know he'll love it.
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