The Story of I Ron Ore - 2

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A few years later they brought in bigger drills and were making bigger holes. At a family meeting we decided they were probably still checking out the fine quality of the Ore family. They filled up the holes with what I thought was a slushy, but I quickly learned from the smell that it couldn't possibly be that tasty drink. I deduced this because it smelled like animal droppings (fertilizer) and fuel oil.

I have since learned that it is called slurry and is made just down the road from where we live. These humans put a strange rope-like material down into the holes they were filling with this slurry and tied them all together. We were wondering what all this could possibly be leading to… then we heard the bang and all of my family started shaking, trembling and some of us flew into the air and landed hundreds of yards away. Thus, begins the saga of how my family went from being underground hermits to being welcome into exotic ports the world over.