As time passed, Mr. and Mrs. Jones moved into a small cottage, in a small town, hidden within a bustling metropolis. The town was named Hill City. If you were in the metropolis you might never know this place existed. Although quite large, Hill City was a principality governed by the people who lived there and morally judged upon the basis of the religious men who translated historical scrolls for centuries. These old texts make up the laws of Hill City. Over the years the translations became confused and or missing. So the leaders filled in sections with their own interpretations, some good and some evil, but all became their laws.
This was a place with a small population. Traditionally old religious families followed the teachings of Sir Pire at the one institution in town. He stands as the only true religious man for at least 100 miles. However, if you looked within that area you would still find another religious man. This corrupt person was named, Mr. Geier, and he was almost always at odds with Sir Pire.
The reasons most people visited Hill City were to see the unusual roads and people. Smoke was almost always seen around Hill City from underground gas fires, which had subsided since the original manufacturing plants burned to the ground. The fires were largely unknown to the families who first began settling there. Eventually the population inquired with a gas specialist from the nearby metropolis on this matter.
He officially reported on the gases as, “eminent.”
If you asked him, “Doctor, what is your unofficial prognosis?”
He would often respond with a very daft expression, “The fires are like a sulfurous stool that will forever float above natural gases.”
So the people who ended up staying in the city remained always vigilant of large gaping holes in the ground or cracks forming on surfaces as they walked, for fear of being consumed by the earth’s bowels. There were also strange air gases mixing within the entire city. This sometimes created a rancid odor that Mr. Jones liked to describe as, “The smell of cat water.” And so it came to pass that Mr. and Mrs. Jones referred to anything of distaste as, “cat water” and “that smells of cat water,” or something similar.
If a naturalist visited Hill City, he or she might study the Northeastern or Western areas of the town. Where wildlife ran freely during most times of the year. There were deer and antelope seen frolicking about the forests. The ponds and streams housed brilliantly colored fish, which were almost always abundant. As with all animals that traveled through Hill City, the quail and duck never visited too long because of the unpredictable weather. So when the dry spells hit and the sand storms became prominent, the animals either left or died.