Once upon a time in a deep a dark forest, lived a tiny small very sad ant.
His name: Arthur.
Arthur cried and cried that in the end a small lake was born.
He had been banned from the anthill and appointed by the Council of the Old Wise to get the Golden Pip back,
which had been stolen with a terrible spell from the Queen’s crown by the wicked Warlock, and used to adorn the
Everlasting Clock of Times.
Without the Golden Pip, the Queen was unable to produce new eggs that would have generated new ants, keeping the anthill alive and prosperous.
But the Good Fairy of the woods had heard Arthur’s weeping. She took pity on him and decided to help him and bring back happiness and joy to the forest.
She called for help from the animals of the forest demanding they put away their ancestral rivalries and unite for the very future of the forest that was at stake!
She called in Sticky the snake, Micky the mouse and Shiu-Shiu’ the frog.
The beautiful creatures living in Essex.
She would have help for the little unlucky ant!
She shook her magic wand in the air and sooner than they could realize, rendered them invulnerable!
So the three of them started their long journey towards the big Grotto where the stolen Golden Pip was kept in grand secrecy!
Two enormous Dragons were guarding the entrance.
They were as big as mountains and spitting fire in any direction so that the entrance to the Grotto would not have trespassed.
The Golden Pip was right there, exactly in the middle of the Pendulum of all Times.
It was protected by its swinging harms on the top of a huge column in the middle of a dark pitch filled with frightening waters.
They all walked in a single line but then to expedite things, they climbed up on Sticky’s back.
Arthur was in first position on Shiu-Shiu’ tongue, the frog with a French accent, and Micky the mouse immediately following with his long tail well anchored around Sticky’s body.
Whispering in his sneaky voice to hold on tightly. He started his sinuous zig-zag run.
Seven days and seven nights passed until they finally reached the Grotto to soon realize the scale of the danger that was awaiting their mission.
So they set down in council and three nights and three days passed.
At the end, they reached an agreement.
Mickey, the mouse would have to dig a tunnel passing under the Grotto all the way inside and Sticky would have slipped through to protect his mates.
They turned around for a last look at the two Dragons.
Cold chills went down their spines, but then having remembered their supernatural powers that the Fairy had given them, they took courage and moved on into their mission!
For seven nights and seven days Mickey dug, and although exhausted he first emerged from the tunnel before everyone else.
A terrible sight was awaiting him, so much that he almost froze at the fright of the scene.
“All was lost” — he thought - and wanted to run away. He almost turned around to leave.
In front of his eyes, there was a terrible picture of terror and desperation.
The miserable remains of what once they must have been valorous and courageous warrior ants, now laid at the base of the Big Pendulum of all Times.
Powerful reminders of a mission failed by so many!
Arthur shrunk and became even smaller, Shiu-Shiu’ grew pale, but Sticky managed to keep his spirit and started to stretch.
Just like a stick, equipped with two suckers on each end, and functioning as a bridge he allowed his other three mates to cross the never-ending deep waters.
When they all arrived at the base of the column upon which rested the Big Clock of Times,
Sticky rolled up holding on this time from the opposite end.
He did not even have the time to breathe before he found himself repeating the same strategy,
this time though, acting as a set of stairs,
his body twisted in angles and vertically stretched so to permit access to the Golden Pip for Mickey and Shiu-Shiu’.
He almost touched it but the not quite.
So Micky suggested Shiu-Shiu’ to jump while being pushed by the muzzle,
and use her sticky tongue (power that was given to her by the good Fairy) to snatch the precious object.
Arthur was the post.
Shiu-Shiu’ tried two times and two times she failed.
Exhausted and with no strength left, she tried again and this time she succeeded!
When the Golden Pip was removed from the Big Clock of Times, throughout the Grotto and the forest,
a terrible storm broke out with fenders, wind, rain, and lighting.
The three little mates at once redescended using Stick again, and again on him stretched as a bridge, crossed back those waters looking even deeper and darker than they were before.
Quickly they disappeared in the tunnel dug by Micky and there they remained for seven nights and seven days.
For 7 long nights, storms, tempests, cyclones, earthquakes, and cataclysms battered the forest,
whilst the two Dragons kept on splitting fire in any possible direction!
The old Warlock of the forest begged the Eternal Wisemen Council to unleash his fearful vendetta!
So he set off, searching for the good Fairy, his eyes bloodshot in deep red.
Having found her standing nearby the anthill,
he transformed her into a statue of stone and still not happy with such horrible action,
he turned all the little ants that have gathered there for her protection, into thorns!
Eventually, on the seventh day, his anger finally died out and he fell into a deep sleep.
The freezing wind ceased to blow.
Shiu-Shiu’, the frog living in Essex but originally from Paris, did her best an anti-rain dance,
that was like a French can-can, and the rain too stopped at once.
Now, almost magically, all was quiet again.
With great circumspection, they all left the tunnel and headed towards the anthill.
They were happy with the outcome of their mission but still somehow disoriented and rightly tired,
but with the precious Golden Pip in their hands at last!
Once they approached the Lake of Tears,
the spectacle in front of their eyes was one of horrid desolation, freight, and death.
But it was Arthur the little ant,
showing great courage at once and with no hesitation, he entered one of the access galleries leading straight into the Queen’s chambers.
Exhausted but happy he greeted his companions and swore to them eternal gratitude.
At the end of his run found Salome the Queen.
She had lost a lot of weight and she was sobbing in despair.
Her hair in a mess, but she was still alive!
At once he put back the Golden Pip on her crown and exhausted fainted on the ground.
Suddenly an intense light spread from her crown to the corridors and all the passages of the maze to eventually reaching every corner of the colony.
Bright and full of strength of life, it was bringing back food to everyone.
Salome began to eat again speedily regaining her weight, and the production of new vital eggs started again!
A new generation was to be born.
Out, the new shining sun brought life back into the dying forest.
The animals came back and new and green leaves came onto the trees.
The good Fairy woke up from her long sleep smiling, and happy again she was!
Arthur, our little story hero, wed Salome the Queen and therefore became King of the anthill.
Stick the snake and Shiu-Shiu’, the frog from France, became inseparable friends,
and the former swore to the latter,
to never eat her even at the high cost of starving himself.
The old Evil Wizard was devoured whilst asleep by the two Dragons that became,
touched by the first rays of the new sun,
two Imperial eagles and set off driven away by their hunger to the limits of the Time.
Finally, Peace fell back upon the once again, joyful forest and they all lived happily ever after!