And so the end drew near as spring turned into summer and a mood of unease grew in the city as the sun climbed higher and higher in the sky and the aroma of warm chocolate filled their air and pervaded the senses until people began to dream they were drowning in the stuff.
Then, one sultry night, it began: Drip! Drip! Drip! Large chocolate drops began to fall from the roofs of houses, from the statues in the street and the very chocolate clothes that people wore. What began as a tiny trickle quickly grew into a steady flow and then a surging torrent as possessions and furniture and homes melted into a ferocious chocolate river that swept away the inhabitants of the city, leaving very little behind to suggest that there had ever been a city there at all.