Magic Chimneys

We lit a fire in the chimnea in the back garden last night so Jack and I went downstairs to bring up some wood from the basement fireplace. I pulled back the fire screen and asked Jack to reach in and get the smallest log. He looked at me, worried. Then he hunkered down and looked right up inside the chimney, then back at me, still looking worried. I asked what was wrong.
He said 'Will I get sucked up the chimney, mama?"
Damn you Mary Poppins.

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