Soon, Willy was pawing my leg again. "What now?"
I ran into the kitchen and saw black smoke from the porch. Flames shot up there from a bucket filled with cleaning rags sitting on a table. I grabbed the entire table and through the dense smoke, dragged it into the back yard.
When I returned inside I saw that the walls were black, a window had broken and the heat had cracked the porch stucco wall.
"Good work, Willy." Though I wondered what was going on. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I knew then that I was never going to be able to leave the kitchen when cooking. To remind myself I placed a big note on the stove "Don't leave the kitchen while cooking."
Thank goodness for my hero, Willy.