[Lawtan]

On a Tuesday, Salone woke up from his most dapper, if dusty, wooden bed. Salone with a happy grin went to get out of bed, only to find the ceiling too short and his muscles less mighty than usual. However, the clever fellow found a compartment outside his - rather smaller tan he remembered - room. Leaving, he found that the earth covered his little room. "Good heavens," thought Salone, "there must have been one of them notorious landslides! No wonder parts of my spiffy fashionable home are missing and my powerful tendons are aching!" So, the ever-peppy Salone began to dig through the dirt. It was oddly quite easy.
Eventually, with a heaving breath - at least, it seemed like a breath, but smelled more like gas - Salone got out of his overrun home. Looking up and about, Salone cried out in shock, "Golly! The landslide must have pushed a whole city over my home! I should go and see if my neighbors are alright!"
So, the courteous and rather nude - a hat is enough for a fellow with as much bourgeois presence as he - strutted out of the graveyard, scaring the life right out of the teenagers trying to sneak on by. He was quite hungry for some rare steak!