Never give Fred any matches. Please.

"If Friday sees this, she'll be coming soon no doubt!" Fred mused to himself, then closed his eyes and laid down on the ground, so he could get some rest in before the woman arrived.

But Fred wasn't resting for long... the ground was getting hotter, hotter and...

"ARGH! My hand! Hot hot hot hot hot hot!" Fred shouted, noticing his hand was burnt and the grass around him was on fire.

1. Fred finds no way to escape, and is burnt to a crisp.
2. The woman finally appears, and saves Fred's life.
3. Fred manages to save himself.

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