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Once upon a time there was a country full of quiet, on the same place. It was from that place
volcanos, some big and others small. Most of them that he watched as seasons changed and months
lazed all day, for they were inactive or better yet, went by. Summer would come and the nice heat
sleeping a deep slumber! would make him feel good. It was in autumn when
A volcano of that kind is the one that found its he would get a little moody, watching the tree
way to our story. Let’s call him Sleepy. leaves fall. When winter would arrive he liked it not
Sleepy was a quiet but very lonely volcano. He one bit. It would get cold and the country would
wanted to play, to run and do mischiefs but alas, he become like a frozen desert. Thankfully this would
couldn’t move! His fate was to stay rooted on the pass quickly and spring would pay a visit again.
place he was born. The people, once they realized that Sleepy
For years the area around him was a was a friendly volcano at all times, started to be
desolate and uninhabited place, for the people brave enough and built their homes and households
were afraid of the small volcano, should he ever really close to him. Sleepy was now happy all year
exploded and hot, boiling lava came from within, round.
destroying everything in its path. But this year’s winter was a heavy one and
Sleepy, however, had never even had a the cold was strong. All the people walked bundled
thought of destroying anyone and stayed forever in caps and scarves, most of them having a cold.
