By one, there had been a lot of smoke coming out of the mountain top, it seemed like no one noticed, and no one listened to those who did notice.
Those who did listen or notice left, some brought nothing but themselves, some brought everything they owned but their house.
I stayed, just to see what would happen.
Then, the volcanic rocks started to fall and the ground started to shake. Bricks fell off roofs, and the clouds above the volcano went from white to gray. How delightful.
