Peter please take the axe, then go down to the cellar and fetch some firewood back. But mum Rawhide is on the TV. Can’t it wait. No, your father will be back soon, and it would be good to have the fire lit in the front room.
Down four flights of stairs, muttering went the boy, then into the Victorian panelled cellar, where the axe swings with gusto into the panelling. Multiple coloured stars explode around the boy, before darkness descended upon him. The fireman’s axe had cut through a wood panel and the electric supply to the fire station.
In this story the boy was locked in a cupboard for safe keeping until his father calmed down, for the fire station and its phone links were put out of action. That day the boys father was in charge of managing the county’s fire services.