A volcano erupts lava from the bowels of the earth. This fiery cataclysm caused much woe to those who lived within a ten-mile radius of the eruption. Mahatma felt he was being punished by the gods for being stingy with his crops and his fish-catch. He would often deny desperate and hungry neighbors even a small share of his food stores unless they were very persistent. He also resented these beggars.
Also, his cherished, beuatifully ornate macaw flew from its perch and perished from the volcanic fumes wafting in the air.
Usually, fate always seemed to smile on Mahatma. He had a lovely wife, beautiful daughters and strong sons. He lamented to whoever would listen , " Why am a having such bad luck?" He even prayed to the gods for things to go back the way they were before the eruption. (to be cont'd)
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