When the prickly volcanic rocks of Annoyance fall into the sea below, they float.
Visitors climb warily across the rocks which stab and slice.
Seabirds peck slim, sharp beaks into barnacles and gulls pry clams and oysters from their shells.
Crabs scatter over the rocks with long. fuzzy, raised and segmented limbs, rough shells, and serrated claws.
The soaked skies hold heavy grey rains. The dark sea attacks the rock shores.
Volcanoes rise above the fields of their cold spew.
Visitors come to see lava flows, but more often cross the dry, dull lava fields swearing.
“I should have brought a second pair of shoes. The rocks have worn these near through!” says Miss Doe Friend.
"You may borrow a pair of mine," says Miss Emeline Traveler, who is always more than prepared. She points, "Look, there are the red spires of Surprise!"
In Annoyance, the Volcano Surprise erupts, when it will, with a great lava flow. A city of magma beings lives enflamed lives inside the volcano.
The magma beings have wispy limbs and heads capped by flame, like burning matchsticks. They taste with forked flickering tongues and tremble with desire and anticipation. They live in red hot huts.
"They're renowned for the intricate patterns of their torch dances," says Miss Emeline. "Come now, we must brave the heat and stay to see one."
"I did admire the intricate patterns of the city. The walkways weave and flow," said Miss Doe Friend, "So I enjoyed myself despite my discomfort, and of course, we did stay to see a torch dance."
Visitors come to see lava flows, but more often cross the dry, dull lava fields swearing.
“I should have brought a second pair of shoes. The rocks have worn these near through!” says Miss Doe Friend.
"You may borrow a pair of mine," says Miss Emeline Traveler, who is always more than prepared. She points, "Look, there are the red spires of Surprise!"
In Annoyance, the Volcano Surprise erupts, when it will, with a great lava flow. A city of magma beings lives enflamed lives inside the volcano.
The magma beings have wispy limbs and heads capped by flame, like burning matchsticks. They taste with forked flickering tongues and tremble with desire and anticipation. They live in red hot huts.
"They're renowned for the intricate patterns of their torch dances," says Miss Emeline. "Come now, we must brave the heat and stay to see one."
"I did admire the intricate patterns of the city. The walkways weave and flow," said Miss Doe Friend, "So I enjoyed myself despite my discomfort, and of course, we did stay to see a torch dance."
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