Believe

Miracles happen everyday. BELIEVE


                                                              Believe

Andy the Ant wanted to be an Acrobat. “An Acrobat Ant, how absurd,” said Aunt Amy Ant. “I’m afraid you will never be an Army Ant, like your great Uncle Art, he was the greatest American Army Ant.” The cool winds of autumn blew a sudden surprise, the winds lifted Aunt Amy’s apron quite high, like the wings of a gentle bird she flew up and then down, up and then down those crazy winds carried Aunt Amy the Ant, then just as mysterious as the winds had appeared they stopped at the address of Andy’s Aunt Amy, she smiled waved good-bye and soon sank out of sight.

Andy walked along Appledale Road and saw Angry Amos Ant standing near a fallen apple. As Andy got closer he could hear Amos say, “Oh no, this will never do, this one’s too fat, and that one’s too thin, this one’s too tall, and that one’s too small. Oh no, none of these will do, not one of these apples shall go into my apple pie!” Still quite angry he refused to stay, and soon Angry Amos just walked away. “Poor Angry Amos I’ve never seen him smile,” Andy said to himself.  “I could make him smile if I were Andy the Acrobat Ant, and my Aunt Amy she could proud,” said Andy.

“Dreaming again Andy Ant?” asked April Aphid who was sitting high in a tree. “An acrobat Ant, how absurd. Take my advice, you can’t afford to waste time, you’ll be an Adult Ant soon. What chores have they assigned you, what deeds shall you do, a farmer Ant, and the gatherer of the fruits, an army Ant, who is the protector of hundreds? Oh what will you do Andy Ant, you must think, time is ticking, and you must not wait? Think once, then twice, and three times to be sure, you will find the right answer Andy Ant, I’m quite sure,” said April Aphid.

“The right answer,” thought Andy. He looked at April Aphid way up high in the air. Soon he began to cry. Andy wept softly; his tears were rather large.

“Watch what you’re doing Andy Ant,” said Allen the Alligator. Allen opened his sleepy eyes and looked up at Andy. Andy, not watching where he was walking, walked right upon Allen Alligator’s enormous nose. “Sit down my lad and lend an open ear. I heard April Aphid, but there’s really much more. The world is changing, people are born, change, and grow old. Change and grow with it, Andy Ant, you can be an Acrobat,” said Allen the Alligator. “Try once, then twice, and three times if you must. You can do it Andy Ant. You can be an Acrobat,” said Allen the Alligator.

 With a twinkle in his eye, Andy assured Allen the Alligator that he would try and try.

After several attempts and practice Andy learned to swing from vine to vine. In time Andy Ant developed an aerial act and grew up to be an acrobat.

The End

Lori Weidenbacher