She explained her son’s wish /
and asked if it was possible /
to give him a ride on a fire engine. //
Bob thought a while /
about what he could do /
and said, /
“Look, /
we can do better than that. /
Get your son ready /
at seven o’clock Wednesday morning. /
We’ll make him an honorary firefighter /
for the whole day. /
He can come down to the fire station, /
eat with us, /
and go out on all the fire calls. /
And, /
if you give us his sizes, /
we’ll get a real fire uniform /
made for him.” //
Three days later, /
Bob picked up Bopsy, /
dressed him in his fire uniform /
and escorted him from his hospital bed /
to the waiting hook-and-ladder truck. //
Bopsy got to sit on the back of the truck /
when they went back to the fire station. //
He was in heaven. //