It was quiet, though.

Fire engines, aye. Flyeen down the motorway, like, at twenty miles an hour, drifteen, forgeteen what it was they were flyeen too and then suddenly the driver sees the smoke and it's huge and he knows that there is a farm which won't be saved and he says as much to the other boys who come out of their individual reveries and say that it's a shame but why shouldn't they go swimmeen and then one of them gets angry and violent so the others tie him down and they stop the truck and get out and put on robes and stand in a circle and pray to the ultimate universe to calm down their colleague and he calms down and they are all thankful and then the farmer turns up and he is pissed off because they could have actually done sometheen and saved his farm and he says this stuff has been happeneen too often and he had no choice but to complain to the administrators in the city and the faces of the firemen fell and blanched and the farmer was sorry for the state of the world and he said it had all been better in the past.

Above them all they sky was black with the smoke of the flames of the farm. It was quiet though.