It was a perfect evening. A soft breeze ran trough charlies hair, crickets where making a soft noise in the distance and fireflies danced in the air.
[i]Too perfect.[/i] Charlie Thought. So he jumped off his chair and walked into the garden and picked out a nice fountain underneath a large oak.
He positioned himself on top of the fountain in a weird pose as if he were a marble statue.

*Ba-da-Boom!*

The blast took a chunk out of the tree, which was now on fire, and smashed the fountain to bits. Water from the broken fountain sprayed everywhere gloriously and made a rainbow above the cackling charlie.

He was having fun.