The magma flows slowly

The marshmallow sat upon his wooden stool, waiting for some company.
Today had been a slow day for him, and no matter how much he wanted
to have something interesting to do, there was little he could do to make
it happen. It was a waiting game.

It was said that there would be a magma flow, sometime between nine
in the morning and six at night. Mother marshmallow had taken up the
stool in the morning, from nine until almost one in the afternoon. It was
clear from her expression that there had been some activity, but the
signs had already cooled, and once again it was quiet.

So, as planned, the marshmallow knight stood guard against the tides
of the magma flow once again... which is to say, he sat down on the
wooden stool and waited for it to start. Sure, there was a spurt of fire
here or there, but nothing so hot or so lengthy that he got toasty. As usual,
whenever there was fire, there was undoubtedly a bit of chocolate
found within.

If things kept up like this, the poor marshmallow knight would find himself
leaving the magma tube for a lack of activity. After all, he was only on
duty from 1-6. Well, that too was a bit of an exaggeration. He was only
officially on duty until 5:30 in the evening, but he still had to close and
lock the entrance to the tunnel before he could leave.

The day wore on, and still, no major signs of activity. It was starting to
get close to time for the worker grahams to show up, and take whatever
melted chocolate bits had been spewed out in the tunnel for the day
with them. JP Graham would be the last of the workers to stop by before
the day was over. JP Graham had already stopped by to deliver some
chocolate treats for the resident marshmallows.

The noble marshmallow knight waited, however not only for
JP Graham, but also to see the other Grahams, several of which he was
well acquainted with. He was hoping that he would get to see Natessa Graham,
and as he was wondering if she would be around to get all the
pointy chocolate bits, she walked in. She looked at the number of pointy bits,
 and smiled. Taking them with her, she commented "Aww, y'all are always
so generous on Fridays." She left, wishing the knight a prosperous guard.
The valiant knight marked on his clipboard that Natessa Graham had picked
up her load of pointy chocolate bits. According to the list, there were only three
more pick ups necessary for the day.

The marshmallow knight thought it likely that the worker Graham that was to
come by to pick up all the squareish chocolate bits would be Jeff Graham.
Jeff Graham was more punctual than several of the other squareish bit grahams.
Surely enough, Jeff Graham came by just on time, taking the squareish bits
of chocolate with him. Unfortunately, after Jeff Graham left, another squareish
bit of chocolate popped out from the underground dripways. The knight
left a note for the recruit that was coming to guard the passageways the
following day. Once again, the knight marked off a pickup of delicious
chocolate bits as finished.

Ken Graham, the one meant to pick up the circle chocolate bits, was not
supposed to arrive for a while. Marshmallow knight wondered if it would
really be Ken Graham, or if it would be the Graham trainee. Meanwhile,
another kind Graham, Teresa, came by and took the oddly-shaped chocolate
bits from the tunnel. She was kind, but also in a bit of a hurry. The knight
thanked her for her assistance as she took off quickly.

Later that evening, after closing the tunnel for the day, the marshmallow knight
was going to venture toward an unknown land. There, he would meet up
with a group of fellow warriors. The gummi warrior, the sour man, the jawbreaker,
the bubble lady, and the hardened candysoldier. The training would then
be vigorous and complete. All this in a hope that they would together be able
to defeat the nefarious smoky daemon known only as D. Licious. If the warriors
were able to defeat D. Licious, their triumph would be a great testi-spearmint.
The warriors would go down in history as having been the aces of the battle.
And so it was that the marshmallow knight daydreamed about his upcoming
sparring with the fellow sweet warriors, and his epic battle with D. Licious.

Suddenly, the magma began to flow freely! Hot, chocolaty flames burst
forth from the end of the tunnel. A barrage of warm gooey magma! The knight
leaped from his wooden stool, and sliced through the oncoming wave!
Over and over he sliced! The magma was free, but moved slowly, and
with his great strength and intellect, the marshmallow knight held the
chocolaty flow at bay until it finally died down once again. Shortly after this
chocolate flow ceased, Ken Graham came by to take the circle chocolaty bits.

The marshmallow knight kept his watch vigilantly, and when it was time for it
to conclude, he exchanged his final parting words with Market Wintergreen Stead,
and with JP Graham. Closing and locking the tunnel for the day, the marshmallow
knight hopped upon his trusty cracker-steed and rode off into the distance.
The marshmallow knight would surely go down in history as a hero.