I'm joining in again with Six Sentence Stories. This week's prompt: range.
There's one in every bunch, or so the saying goes, and she was no exception. While the others had long ago learned to sit quietly, or at the very most, to grumble occasionally, she became more and more irritated, until finally, she couldn't stand it any more. Years of built-up tension finally got the better of her. That Sunday morning in May, she had had it. She started shaking violently, and then she blew her top. No one would accuse Mt. St. Helens (in the Cascade mountain range) of being dormant!
Thanks for nature, even when she is extreme.