One day a man from a small village in Michoacán, Mexico was going out to plow his fields. He started to plow. Just then the ground nearby opened up a fissure. There was a greenish smoke and a smell of sulfur. Then the ground rose up 2 ½ meters high. He dropped his plow and ran as fast as he ever had in his life.

When he arrived at his village he screamed, "Everybody, come and look!” Everybody came running out of their small houses. They walked to the field. Just then the fissure started shooting red rocks into the air. They all ran for cover.
 
That night the village people stood on a nearby hill overlooking the fissure. They watched the rocks shoot into the sky all through the night. It was like the Fourth of July. Pretty soon the fissure grew to 105 meter wide volcano.

The volcano erupted various times destroying the small village. The village was completely covered by lava. The only visible building was the top of the church steeple. The village people were devastated. Their whole entire village and crops were gone.

Pretty soon the farmers got donations and started rebuilding a new village far from the volcano. They were a mile away from the volcano and they could still see its red glow at night. Pretty soon the new village was finished. It was even better than their last village. The farmers started a new life and never went back to the volcano again.