Jack pondered a bit at what happened, then returned to the campfire. He saw his marshmallow bag was empty and torn up. The fire was out, his gram crackers, and Hershey bars were eaten along with it. Jack ate a marshmallow, to try and cool himself off. His anger was at a boiling point. He shot a slice of wind, and it zipped straight through the tree, and through about 2 more before the slice was too weak. The trees groaned, and fell over, smashing into the ground, breaking other trees, and killing many animals along with it. He could hear the squeals of the dying animals, which, in a way, made him sad. Jack just shrugged, and blasted himself upwards toward the sky, searching for others, someone who would be the culprit that ate his smores...