Fortunate Fool.

Lonely, sitting on the worned out wooden bench, holding a lollypop as if there was only one left in this world, she lifted her legs and gracefully curled them under her. perhaps, it was best that she was by herself.
somehow, ants being ants, sniffed the sweetness of her beloved treasure, and sneaked up beside her, marching as usual, completely focused on their goal. slightly frustrated, she shooed the trail of disciplined bugs away, and shifted three inches closer to the edge.
three flies buzzing around, having a blast with the stale water of the man-made lake, stopped in the midst of their frolic. what a heavenly breeze, they each thought. their gaze drawn to the pretty pink and white candy waving yonder, suddenly all else seemed less appealing. all that mattered, was to savour that sugary delight.

as if she heard them discussing miles away, she felt a knot tighten in her stomach. more mischief lay ahead. carefully wrapping her lolly with her handkerchief, she decided to make a run for it. the swings look safe enough. oh, but the flies, they had a plan. let’s befriend her, they said. let’s make her feel comfy with us. and so they did. the best of friends they had become to be, but all this while, the flies never let the lolly out of their sight. poor oblivious girl, she had no clue.

now, it is probably never a good idea to befriend anything most ordinary people shun. but she being lonely, understood. and all friends were welcome, and they were never to feel lonely again. gradually, her guard was let down, and her grip on her prized possession weakened. and, without a moment’s notice, the flies zoomed in. naturally, being flies, they begin to quarrel, and fight, as they each wanted the huge prize all for themselves. amusingly, since they were probably of equal strength and tactic, they began to form allies. a passerby bee was employed to help the two flies, while the other sought her help instead. her help, you may ask? after all, it was her lolly they were casting lots for. how dare they? How dare he?

yet, bold as a fly could be, he did. as soothing as voice as he could muster, as powerful hypnotism as he knew how, he succeeded. at least for a while. realizing though, that his very vulnerable position could land him between the mashes of a swatter, he cunningly began his magic on his enemy too. after all, what could be worse than both enemies ganging up on him?

the little girl, sad that what she sought after had been contaminated by useless flies, got even more confused, with all the buzzings around. the flies, were a greater evil indeed, compared to all the other pests she had encountered. the bee, although not particularly interested in sweetness other than nectar, somehow made it her personal mission to aid the flies in whatever way. so often she would pass on advice to the confused little girl, which muddled everyone’s mind up really.

by this time, the little girl decided enough was enough. first step, retrieve what belonged to her. the rest of the plan as she knew it was, well, to RUN! HIDE! and IGNORE!

for a good time, she did well, washing off the contaminants left by the yucky flies, and annoying bee. but they kept buzzing after her, refusing to let go of what they had already savoured.

the ants were friendly and wanted nothing more than to share the gastronomical delight with her. now they were just too far, and as it is with ants, far from sight, far from mind. they had even forgotten what beauty lay in the hand of that little girl.

so what should the ending be? that she remained her naive and nice little self, or that she brought on the electronic fly swatter and left no prisoners?

personally i prefer the more gruesome one. unfortunately the flies, the ants and the bee still thrive and consume more of the oxygen shared by the rest of the inhabitants of this planet.

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