Billobi sat in front of the fireplace, swearing quietly to himself. Nothing seemed to get the fire started. As he was about to develop a new curse word by combining all the previous ones he had used, he heard a familiar creaking sound behind him. Without turning around, he said: "Anabel, go to sleep."
"Papa, what you doing?" a tiny voice answered him.
"I'm trying to start a fire so we don't have to freeze. Now go to sleep."
The creaking continued for another couple of steps, and suddenly he felt a tiny hand stroking his back.
"Why?" she said.
She pointed at the splintered wood in his hands, and repeated the word.
"It's easier to burn them when they're small. And when they catch on, they will -"
"Because the sparks doesn't have to...you see, they fly around and hit the -"
Billobi took a deep breath and threw the sticks on the pile in the fireplace. He picked up a piece of paper from the table behind him and started shredding it.
"Papa what's that?" Anabel asked.
"This? Oh this is just some paper we can use to -"
"It's just a dumb newspaper."
"Because they just are."
"What's that? A book?" Billobi quickly said and nodded at her.
"Coppasteam", Anabel answered.
"Oh, the Copperstream-book. Shall we read it again? About the hedgehogs and the king? Come, let's read it in bed. Papas dumb newspaper won't even burn..."