Pehely & Pille Part 3

Words:

painting; field; collect; internal; brake

Story:

   A green field followed the plain, then Prince Pehely saw in front of him again nothing but endless desert. But he did not give up hope! He was following the ants’ neck from sand-dune to sand-dune, sometimes he crept along their camp.

He saw Princess Pille’s silhouette from one of the tents, but Pehely hadn’t revealed himself yet. He observed a jeep, a special one, for ants. It was not too far from the pokerparty of the ants, between two tents.

’I won your antique painting, Anthony!’ the prince heard one of these ants’ voice.

The ants got lost in their endless game of poker that they wouldn’t have noticed Pehely lurking around the jeep if he had been tamperingthe brake while singing aloud.

Of course he did not want that they caught Pille & him.

Only a few minutes later Prince Pehely, in his arms carrying his beloved Pille, tried to move away from the camp of the ants as far as possible.

Anthony, who was the deputy of the Chief Vazul, noted  with grief that a simple guard-ant won his only heritage, the antique painting. He was the first to realized that Princess Pille was missing.

He only had a second to pull himself together, he found himself in front of Chief Vazul.

’Boss! An internal failure has occured!’

’What kind of internal failure?’ asked the chief.

’Well, boss, it was that we were just playing cards, and when I saw her last time, she was there yet. Then she was gone.’

’Who?’

’The girl. The princess.’

Afther Anthony’s answer Chief Vazul flew into a rage. However it was too late to use the butterfly-nets. Pehely & Pille were long gone. But they might be cought with the jeep, he thought to himself.

 He gave an order to collect as many ants as the jeep could carry, and bring the princess back. But because Prince Pehely had tempered with the brake, the jeep, reaching the meadow, simply fell over on a molehill.

 If Prince Pehely hadn’t been so thoughtful even my story would have been longer..

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