Type: Ant Monster
Favorite Food: Children
In the old days without supermarkets and mass food supplies, people toiled hard in order to survive. Everyone was a farmer, at least for each one a farming tool they have mastered, they woke up before dawn, there was no need to rest for long.
"Today I'm planting tomatoes over there, red juicy orbs that we need for our feast!" said an old farmer.
Their life was simple yet very secure, for as long as they planted seeds they produced more food for sure. But not everyone loved this cyclic life, for a man named James wanted to live in the spotlight.
"Why am I forced to wake up everyday, even before the first rays of the sun hit the earth? To eat without worry is the best in life they say, but this is not for me, I long for riches and fortune, not the smell of sweat and dirt!" complained James.
His mother heard the way he decried, the life that was peaceful and tranquil, where your health was the greatest gift. "My dear son you are not a prince, you are a farmer's child, is it hard to find happiness in our way of life?" asked his mother.
"I am sick and tired of trudging through mud, I wish not to feel the squirming of the worms! I carry a sickle, each day slashing crops, carrying vegetables, oh how I'm so worn!" cried James.
"There is nothing wrong to wish for fame and fortune, to dream to one day become like that of a king! But look around you and consider reality! Life cannot be fair because life is simply existence, it cannot decide whom to smile upon! Aren't you thankful for simply being alive, to be able to eat everyday and be loved by your family?" said his mother as she tried to provide him a positive view.
"Fine mother, for today I shall do my work again. I'll walk through mud and harvest those crops, but someday to the great city I shall be, where I'll rise to be king, that you shall see!"
Later that day as James did his work, he stopped for a while and began cursing his world. "To hell with this tiring life of mine, why have I not been born to a royal family? I work hard each day to attain my dreams, to become the idol whom people wish to be. Yet I am stuck in this backwards little town, where no matter how hard you try, in the end without fortune you'll still die!" cried James.
"Every one here is like an ant! They simply follow this routine everyday, without a care for what they want! So curse me world if I really am not to be, instead of a king then an ant I shall be!"
Without a warning dark clouds gathered, the wind's howling sounded like that of a crying mother. Rain started falling and washed the mud off the dejected man, then lightning struck this pitiful man.
Days and weeks went by, without a trace of the man named James. His mother searched for him each day, but no sign of her son ever came her way. As any mother would she never stopped, till her heart just ceased and then forever she lay.
Not long after there came to be talk, of children missing towards home as they walked. Fear spread among parents and families, that bandits may have come to bring them misery. One child said, with tears in her eyes, that her friends were not taken by bandits at night. "No no no it's much more fearsome!" said the chubby girl, "It's a giant ant that eats the children and brings me fright!".