Alagory story.

The search for eternal power.
By Carlos Olson 10E

The tiny dirt city of Antlanta lay silent at night while all the small bugs slept. The only ones awake were those tiresome soldiers watching guard out front of the president’s room, who goes by the name of William Bushly. William or Mr President was one of those fat little, chauvinistic, patriotically cocky men who believed that Antlanta was the only way.

It was a darker than usual night as Mr Bushly paced up and down his room, pondering about the perpetual blackness, often tripping over things he couldn’t see which intensified his rage. “What are we going to do about the night? I don’t like it one bit!” the president yelled with his triumphant voice. “It doesn’t matter dear, come back to bed” moaned first lady Barbara, the presidents wife, as she lay in bed. “It does matter; you see when its dark people get tired and stop working!” Mr Bushly said emphasising on the word working. “if I can find some way of making it light all the time, my people would never stop working and I would become the leader of the richest most powerful colony in all the land”……

The very next day Mr Bushly set up a team of the smartest ants in the colony to work on this very scheme. It took months off intense work to find out a way to make it bright but they eventually did. It consisted of a tall stick with a bowl on the top, and in that bowl would be water, grounded up dirt and a rare substance called lio. These ingredients mixed together probably made an enormous field of light. Many of these sticks would then be placed around the work areas so the workers would keep working through the night. The only problem was, lio was a rare substance around Antlanta and there was not nearly enough to make all these light sticks. Mr Bushly was stumped, he didn’t know what to do, so he resorted to the only thing he knew well and that was force.

All work was cancelled and trials were held for the next five days, to see the fittest, strongest and most deadly ants, to make an army which would go out and get the ever important (to the president) lio. And before you knew it the top three hundred thousand ants or now soldiers were ready to go out and explore the world.
The rumours were, from the wise Grass hoppers, that there was a huge river of lio was to the west in a land called Q 8. Q 8 was a mysterious desert land which was ruled by the evil dictator, So-dam insane. So-dam insane was a greedy little cockroach whose only ambition was to make money for him self no matter what his people had to go through (a bit like Mr Bushly). So the following Friday at 0 600 the troops began their long march.

It took many gruelling months of walking to reach the destination, even though Mr Bushly road there on tamed bitchy boys. The soldiers then found a camping sight just a hundred of meters out side of Q 8. Mr Bushly’s plan was to go in the following night with the remaining lio, water and dirt in a mini hand held stick, which the leader of each group would carry and attack the sleeping enemy. In and out and back home with plenty of lio was the plan, but oh how wrong Mr Bushly was…

The groups went in at night as planed and got to their positions ready to attack. But to their surprise the city was as bright as day, lined with like sticks down every street. This made the fight very even and over a longer period than predicted. The war actually seemed to take forever. Day after day, week after week, month after month and even year after year passed as the battle ragged on. With Mr Bushly having to call reinforcements as the Antlantians invaded almost half of the city.

Eventually after nearly a life time of fighting So-dam insane was captured and so was the lio. But with a heavy price on Mr Bushly’s life. Not only did his people back home dislike him for going to war but also for increasing work hours from six to sixteen hours with the new light sticks in place. So he was later voted out of office and a new female president was put in soon after Mr Bushly returned home. So the main lesson for Mr Bushly was that greed and power are not always the answer when you have to sacrifice your own to get it.

The end.