““Mice come out of the fire, on fire, and run into the unburned stuff.”
Of course. That sounds reasonable and logical. A mouse that came out of the fire. Is it a mouse from hell?
J.Frank Dobbie wrote of his youth during the Texas droughts. They would bring out flame throwers to burn the spines off cactus for the cattle to eat. Eagles and hawks would gather to feast on the burning jackrabbits that ran out.