They were the ones who made the terrible and horrendous screeching that filled the air and stormed his ears. Deep from below, in the pits and crevasses under the city, all of the dark and terrible things that lived with Tweek, came flying out of that long dead volcano.
But dead, no more.
The volcano was awakening! After hundreds of centuries, and maybe even longer than that, it was erupting again.
Again the ground quaked under Tweek, knocking him off his tiny fat feet, and flat on his back. He lay there blinking in bewilderment at the huge and terrifying sky.
Suddenly tall plumes of lava spewed out from the ground. Poor little Tweek, who had never seen such terrible monstrous things, let out a squeak of fright, and before he knew what he was doing, his feet took off right under him, and he was running, running, running, fast and faster, furious and furiouser, away and away and away.
But the lava, it seemed pursued him, racing behind in churning waves and ever-widening pools that threatened to overwhelm him. One huge geyser of lava burst from the ground right before him, and he almost ran right into it. He turned away, and stumbled, and then bounded around rivulets of flame and fire.
One huge geyser of lava burst from the ground…
The heat and the burning teased the back of his fat little legs, and hot cinders popped and snapped and landed on his blubberous shoulders, and he ran as fast as his legs could carry him.
Tweek had no idea where he would go in this wide, wide world, for he knew nothing about it. All he knew at that instant was that the lava that spewed into the air and filled the ground and it was hot and it flamed, and if he stayed where he was, he’d be burned to death in a second.