Walon was not sure of what to do. He was horrified. He was not sure if he should run into the house or if he should just wait it burn. Then he remembered what he had come for. His drums were inside and he had to get them out.

Walon rushed into the house. He could fell the flames grabbing a hold of his fur, but he wasn’t going to let them consume him. He moved his hands, up and down, as quickly as he could to keep them from getting too burned, but he knew that this wouldn’t last for long. Walon was approaching his drum room when he found someone standing in his way. It was one of the cloaked beings. He was standing in the doorway just waiting for Walon.

“What are you doing here?” asked Walon stopping for the first time since he had been in the house.

The cloak just looked at him.

“You’re the one who set this fire aren’t you,” said Walon pointing his finger at him, with much anger in his face. This time Walon wasn’t waiting for an answer. He moved as quickly as he could and tried to hit the cloak in the stomach, but he still wasn’t fast enough. He was thrown back into the fire. He could fell his back beginning to burn. Fire was encompassing his body. He quickly did the only thing that he could.

“Stop, drop, and roll,” said Walon out loud as he began to do it. The only problem was that the floor was on fire so he was only rolling into more fire.

“Ah, it’s hot,” yelled Walon as he got to his feet and began to swing at the fire with his hands. The cloaked being took this as a chance to finish Walon off. He put one of his hands out and swung it in Walon’s direction. A wave of fire then started to come towards Walon. Walon barley had time to think, but he quickly pulled his drumsticks out of his pocket and spun them on his fingers. This caused the fire to turn back towards the cloaked being. There was a big explosion and then smoke came up and covered everything. Walon jumped through the smoke, but he hit nothing. He spun his drumsticks again to get rid of the smoke and found that the cloaked being was gone.