The volcano looked down, proud to be the tallest and own the woods and rivers of Yellow Stone Park. The sky was clear blue, the wind rushed over his crater. He could smell food and hear people chattering in the distant cafe. Something was wrong, he couldn't feel people and animals tickling as they ran on his side. The trees arched away from him, as if they didn't want to be near him. Suddenly the ground shook, swirling bubbling lava swayed up his body, ash spurted out of his head. He held it until everyone was safe and then - bang!
by Anna Cookson (8)
Immaculate Heart Of Mary Catholic Primary School, Leeds
Competition - Once Upon a Time
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