C’mon Daddy, We Want A Story

Áskell scrambled around a large boulder and bounded after his father. "Really? The center of the earth is on fire?" That sounded cool and also very bad. Were they all going to blow up at some point?

The climb soon got harder and the rocky terrain was making his paws hurt. Still, he really, really, wanted to see the inside of a volcano so he pressed on. It slowly got hotter and hotter but as he saw the glow of fire on the rocks up ahead that was all forgotten. He bounded over to his father, scooting carefully toward the edge to look down into the pit of boiling lava. Áskell squinted. It was so bright and so hot. "Ugh! It's really hot and smelly. Smells like rotten buffalo farts."