
The chief replied, /
“We can do better than that. /
We’ll be there in five minutes. /
Will you please do us a favor? /
When you hear the sirens coming /
and see the lights flashing, /
will you tell people /
that there is not a fire? /
Tell them /
the fire department is coming to see one of its finest members /
one more time. /
And will you open the window in his room? /
Thanks.” //

About five minutes later, /
a hook-and-ladder truck arrived at the hospital. //
It extended its ladder /
up to the open window on the third floor, /
and sixteen firefighters climbed up and into Bopsy’s room. //
With his mother’s permission, /
they hugged him /
and held him /
and told him how much they loved him. //

Bopsy looked up at the fire chief /
and said, /
“Chief, /
am I really a firefighter now?” //
“Bopsy, /
you are,” /
the chief said. //
Bopsy smiled /
and closed his eyes /
for the last time. //