Mrs. Smith walked into Mr. Thompson’s office, her steps are confident. The rest of the secret team was already seated, waiting anxiously for her report. Mr. Thompson sat behind his desk, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed, while Mr. Gregory, Miss Blake, and Austin glanced up at her expectantly.
Mrs. Smith smiled as she entered. "Well, I'm glad to say that we've set the bush on fire, and now the owners must decide whether to watch their farmland burn or quench it."
The rest of the team exchanged puzzled glances. Mr. Gregory frowned, leaning forward. "What kind of proverb is that? Can you just come out and explain what you mean?"
Mrs. Smith chuckled, leaning back in her chair, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Alright, alright," she began, her tone light yet conspiratorial.
