The neighbors hate us

“The neighbors hate us.”


“Well, you remember when we had that bonfire in my yard, and were roasting marshmallows?”

“Yeah, that was really fun.”

“And remember how the house up the road caught fire, and all those fire engines came, and we ran to see what was going on, and the wife was crying in her husband’s arms, and how everyone looked at us funny?”

“Yeah, I remember! I wondered what we’d done…”

“We were still holding our marshmallow sticks.”