The sun shown bright and warm. Flowers posed happily enjoying the September day. Sandwiches for our picnic, were place prettily upon plates. A garden hose did provide a cooling sun-shower rain. A four year old was eager to share her song, her toys, her hugs.
That was the setting for the tale of an uneaten sandwich dropped to the ground.
Suddenly, through blades of grass we saw them come; ants, two thousand ants! The eldest wore a yellow hat, tossed carelessly to the side. We couldn't help but smile at the silliness and look of playful pride. The next carried a flower a deep shade of red. We could not understand how this little ant could carry such a big gift. We sat and watched with some applause for our own enjoyment. One by one they came following each other; looking like a marching band in orderly formation. Soon they reached the blades of grass that formed a miniature table for the fallen sandwich, with quiet ease they circled round. Each ant helping the other. Together they circled the mountainous heap and slowly marched away to celebrate and share the picnic on a beautiful September day.
Now the little girl was happy for she didn't like to eat. Her mother was distracted by the display of the ants.This all led to a story from the mother to the child "If you don't eat your sandwiches, you'll become an ant yourself. A tiny thing that longs to eat what now you drop upon the ground!"
So that's the silly tale of two thousand ants and a little girl who chose to drop her picnic on the ground.
by Pauline 2007☺
15 comments:
This is such an adorable fabulous story Pauline!!! Thank you!
ahha! great story. its a cycle isnt it? new ants form, and then another picnic and more ants. Loved the way this goes. SOunds like its time for another writing contest.
How cute! I would have loved to be at that picnic!
A fairy tale worthy of the Grimm Brothers.
Picnics, the memories rush back. Thank you for sharing the story Pauline.
katie, thanks, a moment with my granddaughter :)
ghost, welcome back!
quilldancer, you have your own bugs, remember :)
nessa, that's a stretch :)
bill, take yourself on a picnic before the sbow arrives. It could be a lunch break, nothing fancy. just get some air and sunshine :)
lol, cute
Hi Pauline! Thank you for the thought -- creed of Mother Thera...who is she?
Have a good weekend!
quasar, :) for you for there is no heavy learning going on here, this day !
twilite, sorry that was my poor typing should have read Creed of Mother Theresa. If I read it more frequently perhaps, she won't mind if I call her Thera. That would be another mispell for Thea, which in greek means aunt!!!
Those moments with the G's are so special! Thanks again for sharing yours!
Hi Pauline...thank you for clarifying and sharing again.
I like those words and I shall blog this for keepsake.
Do have a good weekend. Ciao!
lovely imagination Pauline, beautuful and heartwarming.
What we are not aware is that the food we waste could be a life savor somwhere to some life in a distant corner of the world.
Hundreds of ants can survive on one bit of bread.
rauf, we are very much aware, and contribute to support the less fortunate. You might be extremly surprised to learn, of your misconceptions, about my unextravagant lifestyle. Peace...
twilite, yes pass it on! They are wonderful words to share.
I should tell my kids this!! :)
What a nice story. Something that i would tell my nephews.
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