The Bad Ant

 

Once upon a time there was an ant. It looked like an ordinary ant, but it wasn’t. It was a bad ant.

And the bad ant
       went along the
ground and came to
       a stick.
       And the bad ant
went up the stick. And
       the bad ant went over the stick.
       And the bad ant went down the stick.

        And the bad ant went along the ground and came

        to a bit of grass. And the bad ant went up

        the bit of grass. And the bad ant went over

        the bit of grass. And the bad ant went

        down the bit of grass.

And then it stopped.

And then it started again.

And the bad ant went to Las Vegas,

won ten million dollars

and bought a red sportscar.

And the bad ant

left Las Vegas

and came to a stick.

And the bad ant drove up the stick.

And the bad ant drove over the stick.

And the bad ant drove down the stick.

And the bad ant went along the ground

and came to a pedestrian crossing

and saw an old lady who had fallen over.

And the bad ant drove up the old lady.

And the bad ant drove over the old lady.

And the bad ant drove down the old lady.

And just as the bad ant was about to drive off along the road again, it heard the old lady cry out for help. And the bad ant turned around and drove back to the old lady, drove up the old lady and did wheelies on her head. Which wasn’t very nice. But not really surprising, because it was a bad ant. A very bad ant.

 

 

THE END