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Artie the Army ant scuttled quickly to the secret meeting area. He would have to hurry if he didn’t want to be late. He was being accompanied by several of his fellow ants, including his best friend, Amos. They all reached the oak tree (which was where the meeting was to be held) in five minutes. Artie tapped on a piece of bark and, seconds later, a gruff voice (which Artie assumed to be that of a stag beetle’s) sounded out and asked, “Password?” “Acorn seed,” said Artie. “All right, come on in,” said the rough voice. A secret door popped open, and Artie and his friends poured through the hole. * * * * * Artie was amazed at the variety of all the kinds of insects inside this reception area. Dragonflies, honeybees, beetles, and locusts all adorned the floors and walls of the hidden cave, and that was just the beginning of them; hundreds of other strange and bizarre creatures Artie had never even dreamed of were flying, scuttling, clinging, or just walking around the area. Most of the main group, however, were already seated on their hard acorn chairs, and so Artie, Amos, and their friends all raced to their seats before Garth the Goliath beetle, who was fairly pushy and bossy, the leading speaker, stood up to give his speech. Just as Artie slipped in a seat by Amos, the lights dimmed, and Garth took the center stage. He cleared his throat, shuffled his papers on which his speech was written, and then began, “My fellow insects, let me say something to you. Insects and humans have lived in peace for generations; there hasn’t been a full-scale war since the formation of insecticide. After that war, there was great loss on both side, and we signed a treaty promising never to let such a war happen again. Now however, there is time to question the genuineness of that article. I hope you all are aware that the mortality rate of our kind is growing at a sickening rate. Humans are not insectitarians anymore; they simply do not heed our beloved brothers and sisters and squash hundreds of them a week. They do anything: step on us, swat us, spray us, anything. I even heard from my underground spynet that the humans are developing a secret atomic weapon: A BUG BOMB! Let me ask you something: Do you want your children living in fear of this great beast?” A great rumble of “NO” spread throughout the cave. I propose to you a great band of willing brethren (such as this one) that is willing to give everything they have for their colony, and try to exploit the weaknesses of the humans. The great and bold mosquito family, of which I am proud to call insects, have been dispatched by the hundreds of millions to certain populated portions of the world. “ “So I ask you: Should this constant mistreatment of our kind be overlooked, as if it were a mere bit of dust? Should we ignore the pleas of help from our fellow insects? Should we continue to let this horrendous race of man run rampant over our world? Should we???” A tremendous yell of “NO!!!!” echoes throughout every portion of that meeting place. Tears streaming down his face, Garth looked every millimeter the perfect emotional leader, ready to spur his troops on. If anyone had doubted the authenticity of Garth’s speech, here was proof that it was real. Garth pressed on. “Do you want to live in a world without humans, a world where all animals can live alike with no hassles? Are you willing to step up for your rights, and be a proud insect?” A number of hands shot in the air. “Because of this overwhelming majority of those who are pro for this plan, and also thanks to the suffering and pain humans have caused us, I have now officially declared war on the human race. Chapter 2: Catastrophe War! Artie could hardly believe it as he dashed for the exit. He was having mixed emotions about it as he headed in Amos’ direction. Amos spotted him and waved him over. “Aren’t you excited, Artie? An actual chance to live out my dream: I can finally be a soldier now!” Artie couldn’t help but smile sadly at his friend’s bloodthirstiness; he knew he could never be like that. He wanted to tell Amos that he shouldn’t go, that he had his whole life ahead of him, but he couldn’t. He was snapped out of his reverie by Amos saying, “Are you going to sign up to be a soldier, Artie?” Artie could only shake his head and say, “No, I don’t think so.” Amos could hardly believe his earholes; had Artie actually said he wasn’t going to do it? “Come on, Artie, do it for your colony. Do it for your family. Do it for me!” “I’m not very well-versed in the ways of combat, and that kind of stuff is boring to me. I’m more of a stay-home kind of person; you’re more the energetic type. Besides, I got my whole life ahead of me. I’m not going to throw it away for some stupid war.” “But Artie, if we fail, the humans will come after you!” “Let them come; I’ll be waiting.” Amos shook his head and walked off to join the ever-increasing line of troops waiting to be signed up. * * * * * Artie came up out of the ant pile to see Amos off, just a few hours after his depressing conversation with him. He couldn’t believe he’d be left alone to face the world without his best bud. He shook his head; no time for sentimental thoughts now. He hurried up to the landing pad where the helicopter, stolen from a child’s backyard and implanted with a miny motor lay. The troops were boarding, and he spotted Amos among them. He started to wave to him, when all of a sudden, Artie felt not quite right. Out of nowhere, a human appeared on the horizon, holding a can of spray. “I’ve got you now,” he said, and proceeded to pump a liter of spray all around the ‘copter and it’s general vicinity. Artie had seen it coming before it arrived, so he had already scurried back to the hill. Amos, however, was not so lucky. He and all the others were suffocated, just about to embark on their heroic mission. Artie ventured back into the open after the coast was clear and the poison was lifted. He saw the dead bodies, and picked out Amos’ among them. He walked slowly to where the corpse was lying, and sank to his knees. “Garth was right,” he muttered. “Humans are the enemy; they deserve to die. Don’t worry, Amos, I’ll avenge you.” He stood up, fire in his eyes, and made a vow that he would join the service right then and there. But first, he had to do something… Chapter 3: Aspiring to become a soldier
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