Short Story Of Marshy: The Red Forest Fire

“What is happening, Mallow,” Marshy yells as she begins to get an even blurrier vision from the smoke that was coming up from the forest.
Marshy and I are stuck in a dumb marshmallow bag in the Red forest of Ukraine while a forest fire is raging around us. Of course, this forest fire was caused by dumb campers who hadn’t taken their garbage to a trash can or put out their campfire which was electronic. Why can’t you just press the switch? The bag had an opening at the opposite end and I was stuck in a puddle of marshmallow fluff that my parents and friends had been melted into still screaming at the top of their goop filled lungs. So, not only were Marshy and I the last marshmallows left in the entire bag of marshmallows, but we also had to find a way to the manufacturing company to be put back into another marshmallow destiny (yes, being eaten) and make it through a raging forest fire filled with crazed animals affected by the radioactive air from the nuclear power plant explosion in Chernobyl, Ukraine, and do this all slowly until we could get the marshmallow fluff off of ourselves. Not to mention I was also stuck with possibly the fattest, sloppiest, most annoying and whiny jumbo marshmallow ever made that was currently screaming her head off about this whole thing that she probably didn’t even think of everything bad
It was pretty smooth and only a few times did we have to stop to hide from the animals. The fire was still raging and was getting closer each passing hour. Marshy was complaining about everything but was also helping by moving things in our way. Her jumbo size was at least good for one thing. I looked over at Marshy at one point during our trip to see if she was ok. I mean, I looked a lot, but it was only now that I realized how sad she looked. She looked like she wanted to say something, but I didn’t know how to