The Leap of One Thousand Years

I was marching along. Searching, finding. Collecting wood. I am a small mammal. I have brown fur and a long tail flat, with a wide end. I'm collecting wood to fix up my home.
I continued to march. I hadn't found much wood, and my dam was in danger. I was about to head home for the night, but I saw the river. I had moved up river and could see wood on the other side of the river.
That night was cold and restless. Unforgiving. I was being punished for not collecting the wood I needed. Shivering unhappily I finally dozed off.
I returned to location from the other day. Prepared to collect the newly found wood I saw on the other side. I proceeded forward. In front of the river, I stood, Silently. I was about to jump. To get the wood on the other side I would be saved from another cold night which would be very nice.
With my longer hind legs I felt the shapes my feet were pushing into. There were small rocks all along the shore. Various colours all around. It was beautiful.
It was so beautiful, until I saw the flames. Huge bright red and orange colours now replaced all the wood I had seen the other day. Shocked I took a step backward. While doing so, my tail brushed against a stick. I remembered the cold night I had slept through the other day.
I quickly fled backward into the forest. Only to gain speed. While running back I smelt the many huge pine trees that were much to large for myself. This might have been the last I saw them so I sniffed as if I was bathing in gold coins. After gaining enough speed I raced back to the river feeling the cold rocks against my hind legs as I pushed forward and leaped.
The flames grew in heat and my mind hesitated from proceeding, but my body wouldn't listen. Fresh water splashed against my fur. Refreshing but cold. The smell of home, filled my memory with thoughts of my parents.

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