King
Fredrick of Hummock Land raged around his castle.
The
residents of the Burnett Shire had no rights to desecrate his land.
Torn
down the trees.
Built
houses, the silly people.
Couldn't
they see the trouble their building caused.
“A
short memory,” grumbled King Fredrick. “They don't remember what
I can do.”
“Now,
now, dear,” Queen Eleanor tried to calm her husband. “Don't be
upset. You know what the geologist said. If you stay cal you can lay
dormant for years.”
“I'm
not a doormat,” roared the king.
The
ground began to move.
Windows
in the houses rattled.
Trees
swayed with the vibration.
“I
didn't say doormat, dear. I said dormant. Forget your hearing aid
this morning.”
“There's
no clouds for rain. Why did you say we will have some rain.”
“Didn't
say rain, dear. Up top they are using the sprinkler. Why are they
wasting water.”
“I'll
give them torture. Tired of being poked, and prodded, every day. Have
more sore spots than I knew was possible. Why won't they let me
sleep.”
“Where.
I didn't see any sheep. Were they on the ship, dear.”
“Time
has come for me to show my displeasure. Fed up with all the noise.”
“Now,
dear. Don't be rough. Just a little rumble,” pleaded Queen Eleanor.
“I
going to roar louder than a lion. Bellow more than a bull. Hold on,
dear, I'm aiming for the sky.”
The
ground rumbled.
Shook.
Flowers,
and grass, sizzled and died. Houses became ovens from the heat rising
to the surface of Hummock Land.
Roads
were jammed with traffic.
Residents
tried to escape the wrath of King Fredrick.
Cracks
formed in the road.
Car tires began to melt but the owners kept driving to try to escape.
With
one all might roar, King Fredrick, blew his top.
Exploded.
Rocks,
and lava, shot high into the air.
Rain
of lava, and rocks, fell from the sky, covering the land for kilometers.
Many
did pay with their lives the day King Fredrick blew his top.
Now,
there is a gaping hole where a created has formed.
King
Fredrick is at peace.
Now,
dormant, until he becomes angry, then will put on another display.
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