Lucas loved dreaming of being Iron-Man, zooming through the sky with a whoosh and a whirr.

He'd say, 'I'm going to save the day, just like Iron-Man!' every single night.

But one sunny day, Lucas saw something quite grand, a shiny red fire truck zooming down the lane with a swish and a bang!

The firemen jumped out, like heroes from a book, ready to help without a second look.

'Wow!' whispered Lucas, eyes wide in delight, 'These firemen are AMAZING!'

The firemen were quick, with hoses and ladders high, spraying water like rainbows across the sky.

Lucas thought, 'They are like superheroes, protecting us from flames and smoke.'

From that day on, Lucas dreamed a new dream, to be a fireman, brave and supreme.

He told his friends, 'I'm going to be a fireman when I grow up! Just you wait and see!'

With a helmet, a hose, and a big red truck, Lucas knew he'd have loads of fun and luck.

And every night as he lay to rest, he'd dream of being the very best—just like his fireman heroes.

For now, Lucas knew, heroes wear many hats, and his dream was as bright as the stars and flats.