Flames are fun.
Flames are fun to watch.
Flames are fun to watch dance.
Flames are fun to watch dancing in the breeze.
The breeze is nice.
The breeze is nice, against my mane.
The breeze in nice, against my mane, on a warm day.
The breeze is nice, against my mane, on a warm day, brought about by the celestial ball of flame.

Just Ajabu, playing with a stick of fire. Or maybe... maybe he's not playing and this flame serves some sort of grand purpose. Some sort of cosmic significance that he's now wrapped up in. Or maybe not. Perhaps, the world is not meant to know the enigmatic mind of this burly brown brute.

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