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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=361896" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Casebook Of Oliver Cyriax - Case 1# The Burning Bush (Part 1)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knocked on his front door <br>half expecting a weary face <br>when it opened to greet me. <br>Instead, Oliver smiled <br>with a small twinkle in his eyes. <br>He guided me through to his study, <br>cluttered in the corners with artefacts <br>kept as souvenirs from previous cases. <br>He gestured me to have a seat, <br>then lifted his briar pipe off the mantle piece, <br>lit it and then made himself comfortable <br>in the armchair by the fire. <br>He looked at me through a cloud of smoke <br>that billowed from his pipe. <br>Now Mr Rogers I guess you have read in the newspapers <br>about the Burning Bush at Little Pebblebury. <br>Some think it is a religious phenomenon, <br>while others say it is a warning <br>and that we should all take heed. <br>Upon reading the story, <br>I decided to investigate the Burning Bush myself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I telephone The Saintly Sovereign Inn at Little Pebblebury <br>enquiring about a room for the week. <br>They told me they had one left <br>because of the interest in their Burning Bush. <br>I said I would take it <br>and would travel down that very day. <br>I arrived at the village <br>just as the sun was beginning to set. <br>After settling in my room, <br>I came down the bar for a meal. <br>I got to talking to one of the locals <br>and was quite surprised to learn <br>that there had been several other ghost fires, <br>in and around the village the last couple of years. <br>The first was about two years ago <br>on a farm about two miles from the village.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It started about dusk as the farmer <br>was bringing his cattle in from the fields for the night. <br>As he got closer, he noticed a light <br>in the barn where he stored his winter hay. <br>At first, he though his wife <br>might have left a lamp lit in there, <br>but as he got closer, he could see the flames. <br>Leaving the animals in the field, <br>he ran into the farmhouse <br>and yelled to his wife to telephone the fire brigade. <br>He shouted that there was a fire in the barn. <br>The farmer grabbed a wooden pail <br>and rushed back out the door. <br>He dipped it in the animal drinking trough, <br>scooping out as much water he could get, <br>then rushed into the barn <br>and threw the water on the flames. <br>Back and forward, he ran <br>with as much water as he could carry. <br>The more water he threw on it, <br>the less the fire seemed to go out. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fire brigade arrived and aimed their hoses <br>on the flames to douse them out. <br>Still the fire raged on. <br>Nothing it seemed could douse the flames. <br>Deep into the night they battled it, <br>then just before the dawn a<br>nd as suddenly as it appeared the fire disappeared. <br>Everyone by this time was exhausted; <br>still an investigation had to be made <br>to ensure there were no smouldering ambers that would start to blaze. <br>As they entered, <br>they found that none of the barn interior, <br>nor any of the hay was burnt or scorched in anyway. <br>It was as if there was never a fire there at all, <br>yet dozens of people had seen it and fought it. <br>Oliver stopped for a moment to rekindle his pipe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To be continued…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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with a small twinkle in his eyes. 
He guided me through to his study, 
cluttered in the corners with artefacts 
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