Veronica And The Volcano

Packed and ready, the lava car rolled out of the driveway at 9:00 a.m. sharp. If all went according to plan, the four adventurers would arrive at the Cloud Forest in plenty of time to set up camp. Ten minutes into the drive, Veronica’s dad read the sign on the edge of the road: Town of Crater Lake, 1 Mile. “Hey Captain, I need to stop. You didn’t bring any matches, did you?” “No,” the Captain said, frowning. “I can start a proper fire.” Veronica’s dad let the snipe pass. He braked hard and swerved into a strip mall on the outskirts of town, parking in front of Magma Mart. “I’ll only be a minute,” he said to the Captain. “Veronica, you come with me." Magma Mart was sandwiched smack dab in the middle of Veronica’s two favorite sources of sweets in the world: The Ice Creamery on the left and The Village Bakery on the right. All three businesses were owned by the same man. Veronica called him “Coach,” as did everyone in town. He coached at least a half-dozen teams, from girls’ softball to high school football. “D