A Partridge in a Pear Tree

After a while, the fire truck arrived. Brett felt there was far too much discussion before a ladder was raised.

“Morning! I’m Joe, and you are?” said the female fire-fighter that climbed the ladder.

“Brett… Partridge.” he managed.

Behind the helmet he saw the smile.

“Yes yes, I’m a partridge in a pear tree, very funny, now please can you get me out of here?”

“Sorry, sorry, here we go…” she said, failing to hold back a laugh as she reached out to grab him.

Then the branch broke.

She caught him.

And they became a pair out of that…