Atticus Finch Monologue

Looks like that old Maycomb prophet came true this year. Autumn turned to winter, and my house turned to ashes. It doesn’t bother me though, seeing as I do spend most of my time outdoors with my plants. In all honesty I was more worried about my plants than I was for myself when I woke up from the hellish flames. I knew my house was goner when I saw that the old Maycomb firetruck was taken out by the cold. When the men around me started to try and save my furniture I was thankful, but even more thankful when Atticus Finch came out with my old oak rockin’ chair I love so much. That man is a kind man and for that he has always, and will forever be, a great fren’. As more furniture came piling out of my old home, Mr. Avery was pushing out my mattress from the top window.
Townsfolk all around, including my old self, started shouting for Dick to get out of there. He tried to squeeze through the window and when he got stuck, my heart stopped beating for a few seconds. The Lord was on our side that night, for Mr. Avery got loose and jumped down from the upstairs porch. The fire was slowly consuming my old home and the fire would soon spread onto my neighbours. Smoke was surrounding the Finch and Miss. Rachel’s home but boy did I feel guilty. If their houses did get eaten by the flames I would blame my silly for the love of my plants. Luckily the firetruck from Abbotsville came rushing to the rescue and started to hose down the Finch’s home. Atticus and I were watching the scene unfold in front of our eyes. Jeremy and Jean Louise’s absolute morphodite fell to the ground in a messy heap. Another firetruck arrived and tried to hose down Miss Stephanie Crawford’s. There was no hydrant so the poor men had to do it with their own hands. Then my house gave its last stand and fell to the ground. It was around dawn when everyone started to depart. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the gaping black hole in my