There once was a man called Feeogen Wrong he lived in a normal village called Rooca. He wore a red top, blue jeans, a black hat and a pair of black shiny boots. He lived in a little blue house next to an inactive volcano that he thought was haunted (he also thought it was inactive). He remembered an old legend that his granddad had told him about eighteen years ago, that legend freaked him out because every day he thought boiling hot ash would spray into the air out of the volcano and kill him. But the volcano last erupted a million years ago. The family had made the house just after the volcano last erupted.
One day he went for a walk. The ground shook and the volcano rumbled loudly. “I will walk a little farther” he said and he walked another mile before returning home.
He just got in the door then a huge rumbley sound filled the air the ground would not stop shaking so he went to look outside. What he saw was a complete D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R. The lava was right at the top of the volcano “OH NO!” he shouted. The lava sprayed up and then poured out of the volcano so he ran as fast as his legs would carry him. But the lava came and melted the lovely house and Feeogen Wrong was never seen again.
