It was a normal summer’s day
in Pompeii 79AD. Marcus was lounging in the beautiful open square in the midday
sun. Suddenly, a rumble came from under his feet and the ground shook like a
bowl of jelly, and buildings slowly started to collapse. Hot flying rocks flew
above his head and ash was destroying the town like a tiger hunting down its
prey.
Mount Vesuvius erupted and had
destroyed life itself in Pompeii. The lucky survivors ran, never looking back.
All that was left in the square was a perfect stone cast, made by the ash, of
Marcus' sofa (plus his cat!).
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