They found it on the playground in September. Students stood in awe. Their basketballs rolled away, forgotten. Nobody had ever seen anything like this.
It started as a mound in the sand box. A trickle of a red flowed from the top. It was bubbly hot. The students dared each other to touch. The ones who did also got a mid-afternoon trip to the nurse’s office.
It grew bigger. It was the size of a doghouse. Then, a car. Soon the hill had grown to the size of a garage.
By June, a volcano stood where a school once was.