Anttack

The silence was the only thing audible; the invaders were too cautious, too silent.

The battle went on; the treasure must
always be safe.

Yet it wasn't what was inside the chest what was most important of all, it was the milk-chocolate goodness that was the treasure, the deliciousness of its taste. Nothing could compare to one of these deliciousness. The inside was just a simple, almost cracker-like biscuit, but the combination of the two flavours was perfectly genius.

But the silent invaders wanted to take it from the young prince.

He couldn't hurt them; he'd never taken a life before. It's not that he was scared, but he wasn't sure if he could live on knowing he'd killed someone's father, mother or child.

But then, they got to his treasure; the last one of them, too.

He knew they'd over done it now, he wasn't gonna be stepped on anymore.

He quickly grabbed the biscuit AND BLEW THE ANTS AWAY!