“Julie! Stop your work and come here right now!” Mother tapped her foot impatiently. “Wait a minute!” As usual, I was watching ‘The Ant Hunter’ on the television every Sundays. (no "s")
“It’s ending soon!” Pleading, I turned to take a short peek at my mother’s expression. She looked horrible! Her head was flaming with fire and her eyes were popping out. She shot me by her deadly stare. Immediately, I sprang out of my comfortable Sofa and waved Good-bye to my show.
“Do you need an invitation?” Before I could defend myself, mother had handed me an enormous bag of groceries. “Take this to the kitchen, this room needs tidying!” Whiningly, I dragged my heavy feet to the kitchen.
That bag was heavy! It (Not "it", I think it's "I") felt as if I was (not "was", I'm sure that must be "had been") carrying huge boulders. My legs wobbled and melted. All fruits and vegetables rolled out of the bag. “Opps!”( "oops", not "opps") I swung my body around, spying on mother. She was busy vacuuming the floor. I shot to the ground and started grabbing the oranges. They were bouncing all over the floor! Then, I saw something. I crawled nearer to have a closer look.
There were two ants, a red one and a black one. I crept closer. The ants were fighting! I kneeled down curiously to see what would happen next.
The red one circled the black one, eyeing for a chance to strike. The black knight twitched its feelers vigorously. The red knight stopped. It retreated a few steps. Then, it dashed towards the dark knight. The red knight caught hold of the dark knight. It wrapped its feet around the dark knight. It looked as if the red ant was (had been)winning the war! Suddenly, the dark knight broke free. It was no weakling! It was his turn to strike back.
The black ant circled the red ant with great speed, trying to confuse the red ant. The red ant stood like a statue, thinking of strategies. Then, the black ant aimed its deadly teeth and darted towards the red one! They were little warriors, fighting with (I think "for" is better than "with")their lives.
The red ant was stabbed by the teeth. It was injured! The red ant decided to pretend death. It flattened itself and lay absolutely still. The black ant advanced towards the red ant. Did he win? The black ant was not sure. The red ant took his chance. It sank its teeth into the black ant, piercing through the tiny black armor. It was tricked! The black ant cringed in pain. The ruthless red knight was not satisfied. It plucked the black ant’s leg out one by one, torturing it. As soon as the eighth leg was pulled out, the black ant died.
“Julie! What are you doing?” I swirled around. It was mother! “I was looking at some ants,” pointing to the red ant. Mother bent down to have a look. “Ants!” she smacked the red ant, squashing it, “What are you looking at? Go and pick up the things you’ve dropped!” I was stunned.
That's what I can do.
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