Volcanoes are nature's volcano. They explode steamy hot lava all over. Thick, ropey, tendrils of the fiery stuff cover the snow... burning away cold purity with sinful heat. Once, in my youth, I chanced upon a volcano in a bar. It was dormant (at least it claimed to be) but I could see what was occurring where my eyes couldn't go. When I woke up the next morning it was gone and so was my wallet... and all of the snow I had been saving up was missing. I was forced to satrt over from scratch with a new herd in a new marsh. Be careful when these bastards are about.
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