After she was safe and sound on the ground, Jenny said, "Daddy, I want to be just like you when I grow up." "Well, it's tough on my job, Jenny", he replied. "You have to like a lot of exercise. But now that I think about it, I guess you have a good start climbing trees."
"A lot of exercise?", Jenny thought. "Hey, I know just the right one!" She ran inside. Two hours later, her mother found her bolting up the stairs like lightning, and then riding the railing down to the bottom. She kept on doing this nonstop. "What are you doing, honey?!", her mother gasped. "I want to be like Daddy. He's runs up stairways in fires, and he slides down poles at the firehouse, so I thought that I'd start training!" Her mother just shook her head and told her to stop.
Later that evening, her mother went to the store, and left Jenny to take care of the house. When she got home an hour later, the house was blazing hot. Jenny's mother took no more than two steps into the house, and she broke a sweat. "What on earth?" She checked the thermostat. It was 100 degrees! "Jenny, what has gotten into you?!", she cried. "Daddy says he runs through really hot rooms when he puts out fires, so I wanted to get used to it." "Jenny, no more touching the thermostat!", her mother yelled. Her father at that moment walked in from work, and chuckled at the whole thing.
"Alright, Jenny. You win. I talked with my boss, the fire chief. He says that you can come to work with me tomorrow and see what we do. We'll even take you for a ride on one of the big red fire-engines!" "Really?", squealed Jenny. She couldn't believe it. "I promise I'll behave. I'll put out all of the fires!"
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