Tango was facing away from Jimmy. Tango's face was illuminated in the dark by the blazing house, wood crackled and some pieces fell down with loud crashes. Tango was cursing under his breath in the blaze born language which was like sizzling sounds. Sparks were flying off of Tangos hair, which singed the grass at his feet. His tail was whipping around like a rattle snake. His eyes snapped around to face Jimmy, as Jimmy began talking
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