The Plague of Ginger Ants By @DuststormWarriorcats “I refuse to go to that building today on a day which has perfect weather, papa,” Timmy complained. “May I stay home?” “No, son. You must get your education. If you don't, you will be a failure to the entire family,” Steve, Timmy’s father, replied, focusing on something else entirely. Timmy stared at Steve. He did not want to be in a three mile radius of the school. He knew he had to find a way to terrorise his father into making him stay home. “Fine, papa, I’ll go to that school” Timmy hissed, leaving his house. Instead of going the shorter way to school he headed the opposite way and turned a corner into his backyard. Timmy hid in a bush, gathered some ants and put them in the house. He knew Steve was going to look for him and tell him to get them out of the house but Timy knew it was not enough to make him stay home from school. “How did these ants get in here?” Timmy heard Steve ask himself. Before Steve could see Timmy, Timmy exited the backyard and went to find his friend. “Greetings, Timmy. Maybe instead of school we could hide in the woods and teach ourselves how to hunt” Timmy’s friend, Gertrude suggested “I want to terrorise my Papa” Timmy and then laughed menacingly “Maybe convince him that there is a plague that is caused by ants. Specifically orange ones. We could call it the plague of the ginger ants” Timmy said. And so, Timmy and Gertrude went into the woods and found red and orange coloured ants. They returned to Timmy’s house, the ants in their hands. Gertrude put them in the house and Timmy wrote on a piece of paper from his book The Plague Is Here and slid it under the door with the ants. As they waited in the bushes, Timmy couldn’t help but laugh. “The plague has returned?!!” Timmy heard Steve yell. He heard the front door open. “The plague is here!” Steve bellowed. The whole town in earshot fell silent, everyone was frozen. “Mumsie, what’s the plague?” a random kid, let's call him Franklin, asked his mother who didn’t answer. Then the ants came out of the house. “The plague is behind you!” someone said, pointing at something behind Steve. Timmy ran out from the backyard “It’s the plague of the ginger ants!” he exclaimed, his voice laced with mock fear. With those seven words from a six year old child, the town burst into chaos, everyone going to their houses, store owners locked their doors. Timmy was trying to keep his act on, still pretending to be scared. Steve practically shoved Timmy inside. Timmy tried to not laugh but failed. Steve faced Timmy who was trying to stop laughing. “Son. Why did you do this?” Steve asked sternly. Eventually Timmy answered “But, Papa. I had a reason to cause chaos” Timmy said, innocently “It was not a good enough reason,” Steve replied “It was an excellent reason. I love chaos” Timmy said, his voice was almost a whisper “What?” Steve asked, Steve stared at Timmy, waiting for an answer. “I’d do it again” “No!” Steve exclaimed “You are grounded for 2 months!” “But Papa” “Silence.” Steve demanded “go to your room. Now.” Timmy went up to his room, softly shutting his door. He smiled to himself, he knew he was in trouble with Steve, but it was worth it and he doesn’t have to go to school today. (BY )
me, myself, and I. (I made this in ELA because I love Victorian children sm)
