In a little anthill, there lived a colony of ants. And in that colony, there was a special little
ant. Let’s call him Ant, with a capital A. Ant was actually a very, very average ant. He did
everything and anything a normal ant would do: carrying food, putting down food, going to get
more food, carrying food… While he might seem obsessed with food, he’s actually following
orders from the queen ant, just like a regular ant would.
Now, you are now probably convinced that Ant was just a normal ant. And he was a normal
ant, until a pesky, evil crow captured the colony’s queen ant. All the ants were very, very sad
because without a queen a colony of ants would die. Ant felt sad, but he also felt angry, which
the other ants didn’t feel.
He decided that, for once, he wouldn’t be an average ant. He would be a brave ant and save the
queen!
Ant immediately said his goodbyes and left the anthill. As soon as he was outside, he was faced
with his first problem: he didn’t know where the crow had taken the queen.
He found a worm. The worm was a very kind worm, and when the ant told the worm about the
crow, the worm said he had defeated the crow before, and that he would help. Unfortunately, the
hummingbird that the worm had worked with to defeat the crow last time was missing, so they
would have to get someone else to help.
Ant had an idea! He told his fellow ants that a friendly worm would help them rescue the
queen! The other ants were inspired to help.
Once they got to the crow’s nest, they attacked, but the crow was too strong.
They tried to attack again, but once again, they failed.
They tried six times, but each time they failed.
Ant was losing hope, but the worm said that he shouldn’t give up, and that the seventh try is the
best try. So, they attacked once again.
It was tough, but they defeated the crow.
Once the queen and all of the ants were back in the ant hill, everyone was nice to the worm and
Ant. The worm was happy to help the ants, and Ant was honored as a hero.
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