And now it's time for Who Smarted.

Pse, hey there, Smarty Pants. Trusty Narriator here.

As you can hear from my crunchy footsteps, I'm outside, in the woods, to be precise.

At night. Don't worry, I'm not lost. I'm camping!

Of course, it is getting pretty dark, and I'm starting to feel a little chilly. Just a few more

sticks, some dried leaves. Smartypants, do you know what I'm going to use this stuff for? Of course you

do. It's to build a campfire. In this particular camping ground, they have designated fire pits surrounded by rocks that previous campers have used before.

All righty. First things first, I need to crumple up some newspaper I brought. Next, I'm going to place the dried leaves on top of the paper.

And lastly, I'll add some smaller twigs from the tree branches I've collected,

something we campers call kindling.

Now all I need is the box of matches that I put in a plastic bag

right inside my...

Inside my...

Hmm, my matches aren't in my pockets.

I know that I put them there this morning.

They must have fallen out.

Great.

How can I start a campfire to warm myself without any matches?

Dear camper, I see you're unprepared. Here, allow me. Whoa, where'd you come from? And more importantly, how did you light the newspaper using only the tip of your wing? Are you some kind of magical firebird?

Well, you are a magical firebird? Well...

You are a magic firebird, aren't you?

The name's Phineas J. Sunburst.

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