There was once a very unbeautiful, very rocky, rotten island. It had acres of sharp gravel and volcanoes that belched আগুন and smoke, spewed hot lava, and spat poison arrows and double-headed toads.
The spiny, thorny, twisted plants that grew there had never a ফুল of any kind.
There was an earthquake an hour, black tornadoes, lightning sprees with racking thunder, squalls, cyclones, and dust storms.
At night it froze; all the living things stopped moving and turned to ice. But the volcanoes kept exploding, and the lightest breeze was a hurricane. At sunrise everything thawed out and moved again....
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