There was once a very unbeautiful, very rocky, rotten island. It had acres of sharp gravel and volcanoes that belched ngọn lửa, chữa cháy and smoke, spewed hot lava, and spat poison arrows and double-headed toads.
The spiny, thorny, twisted plants that grew there had never a hoa of any kind.
There was an earthquake an hour, black tornadoes, lightning sprees with racking thunder, squalls, cyclones, and dust storms.
At night it froze; all the living things stopped moving and turned to ice. But the volcanoes kept exploding, and the lightest breeze was a hurricane. At sunrise everything thawed out and moved again....
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