My brother has been known to play a practical joke or two. As a testament to both his devotion to practical jokes and his poor execution of them, he has a permanent scar on his arm from a time when we were camping and he quietly snuck off into the woods, circled around behind the camp, ran up behind us growling like a bear, tripped and fell into the fire.
So you can understand my skepticism when he sat up from the backseat of the car and started hitting me on the shoulder yelling "Fire! Fire!"
