fire!

When I was a teenager, I was over at my dad's house one day, and we were burning a little brush. Lots of green stuff, so it was very smoky. Our fire ring was behind some cedar trees, just off the highway. The house was just outside the city, where were were allowed to have fires. So we burned these branches, and then when the fire burned down we kept it going and cooked some hot dogs. It was about the time we were cooking them, when the fire department rolled up.

The moral of the story is to make sure you know what you're seeing when you call emergency.