"Hello, Jim! Let's build a road right here!" A sturdy fellow by the name of Max pointed to a steep cliff side.
"It'll take some work, Max," the sensible Jim worried.
"Dynamite will do the trick, so don't you worry a bit!"
"Dynamite?"
"Yes, we'll blow a trench into the cliff side, just large enough for a road," and Max grinned happily.
"Okay, let's get to work then," Jim replied.

This is the conversation that took place a month ago. Now, Jim was looking at the smoking cliff side, and wondering if they really should have blown it up. Just then, a deep rumbling sound was heard. It was heard in the nearby city, too - and felt. Houses and windows crashed, and buildings shook. Cars were buried under the remains of an apartment. The distant mountain felt it too. The mayor of the city was shocked at the devastation; however, closer investigation showed that no one was lost in the damage. This was a relief, and the mayor was able to get the city back into order.
The distant mountain was angry at being disturbed. And so it showed its anger through the spouting out of flame and lava. The lava rolled slowly down the mountain side, and covered the streets of the little city with a molten layer. The mountain, in spite of its bad intentions, helped out the people of the city tremendously, for they now had freshly paved streets, and none of their homes were ruined in the volcano.
There was, however, a horrible heat, and ashes filled the skies. The ashes put the weather in confusion, and sent down a heavy blizzard of deep, wet snow. The snow filled the streets and covered houses, and sent people a mighty chill. It took away the traces of heat, but the snow was so deep that it became a nuisance. But was this all?
No, the Volcano also shook the ocean. The ocean swirled in fury, and created a big hurricane. The hurricane came and defeated the snow in the city, making it all a wet, slushy thing. The hurricane caused much damage to the houses, and debris hung in the streets every where.
The hurricane made a huge tidal wave that slapped upon the sea shore where the city sat, and washed away the debris. The then the sun came out and dried and baked the city, till not a puddle of water remained. The city took a year or so before every thing was back as it should be.

Jim and Max sat in their sun chairs watching the big trucks finishing the road on the cliff side.
"That little earthquake mixed things up a bit, wouldn't you say?"
"Indeed, Jim. I'm glad nothing worse happened."
It would be best if we didn't tell them what damage they caused by the cliff they blew up.