A young boy sat 
with his grandfather
just before bedtime,
and asked: 'Grandpa, 
can you tell me a story?'

The grandfather smiled, 
and nodded to 
his grandson,
and so began:

'Once upon a time, 
there was a mountain.
This mountain 
was unhappy 
and in pain, 

because silly, selfish
people were drilling 
into his sides
looking for gold, 
and diamonds,
and chopping down his 
precious tree-children.

Hurt and angered as he was, 
he would have vengeance,
because he hadn't told them
his secret:

he was a volcano,
and was about to erupt.'

'What happened next?'
asked the boy.
'What...

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