Fucking Ants
All I wanted to do was have some lunch…
That's what was going through Sniffles' mind as he was once again being tortured by ants that ruined his picnic. They already shredded his tongue, forced him to eat a razor blade apple, and now they're about to finish him off with oars. Sure he'll revive the next day like everyone else does, but the nightmares will haunt him for months. All he can do is hope someone will notice and help him.
Luckily, fate decided to give him a break. At that exact moment, he noticed Toothy riding his bicycle. "Help me! Help!" Sniffles yelled, trying to get the beaver's attention. Thankfully, Toothy took one look and saw his friend in pain. "Oh my God!" Toothy gasped, running over to Sniffles. "The helmet! The helmet! Hurry!" the anteater panicked, his arms winding up the oars. Toothy pulled as hard as he could, but he managed to pull it off, freeing Sniffles from the ants' control.
Toothy fell backwards onto the soft grass, the helmet landing a few feet farther. As he stood back up, he could hear his friend weeping in pain. He ran back over to get a better look.
The poor anteater looked like a mess. His fur was all frazzled as if he was struck by lightning or electrocuted, his tail had been nailed to the ground, blood was seeping out of his mouth, and his long tongue looked like it went through a paper shredder. "Its okay buddy, you're safe now." Toothy said gently, pulling the nail out of his tail. The beaver walked him over to a park bench and helped him lay down. "I'll call for an ambulance, so you just rest." Toothy said, running to a nearby payphone. "Thank you…" he replied weakly, before resting his eyes.
Five hours had passed and Sniffles was resting up in a hospital room. His tongue was stitched and bandaged up as was his tail. He was feeling a little better, but he still felt some pain. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. It was Toothy.
"Hey Sniffs, feeling any better?" Toothy asked, entering the room. Sniffles nodded, as he wasn't allowed to speak until the stitches were removed. "I stopped by the general store to get you a present." He said, pulling out a small box. The anteater reached for his glasses so he could get a better view. There in his hands, was a box of chocolate covered ants. "I realized the problem was that you keep going after live ants that could turn against you. So I went and got you some dead ants that wouldn't harm you in any way." he explained. Sniffles looked at the box of ants, he knew that if he stuck to prepackaged ants like these, he'd never have to worry about ants torturing him. "I'll see you tomorrow Sniffs, get well soon." he said, giving his friend a hug.