Читать книгу Little Ants Adventures - Валерий Ларченко - Страница 7

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the forest grew even darker, Irra and Frra finally spotted a familiar landmark: The Great Mushroom Grove.

They had passed it earlier that morning when they first wandered into the Wild Wood.

'We’re close!' Irra exclaimed, her heart swelling with relief.

But just as they thought they were safe, a sharp croak echoed in the distance.

A frog, its slimy green skin glistening, appeared from beneath a leaf. Its wide eyes locked onto the two tiny ants, and its long, sticky tongue lashed out.

Frra yanked Irra to the side just in time. They dodged and weaved, the frog’s tongue slapping the ground behind them like a whip.

'Run, Irra!' Frra shouted.

Irra, however, saw an opportunity. Near the edge of the Mushroom Grove was a patch of fire ants, known for their fiery tempers and stinging bites.

'This way!' she called, leading Frra toward the fire ants.

The frog followed, unaware of the danger.

As soon as its tongue flicked near the fire ants, chaos erupted.

The fire ants swarmed the frog, who croaked in dismay and hopped away, leaving Irra and Frra unharmed.

By the time they reached the Hilltop Colony, the stars were twinkling in the night sky.

Exhausted but victorious, Irra and Frra collapsed at the entrance, their fellow ants rushing to greet them.

'Where have you been?' the elder ants scolded, but their voices were filled with relief. Irra and Frra exchanged a glance and smiled.

'Just… exploring,' Frra said with a chuckle.

That night, as they rested in their cozy chambers, Irra whispered, 'You know, Frra, we make a pretty good team.'

'We do,' he agreed, his antennae brushing hers affectionately. 'But next time, let’s explore *closer* to home.'

And with that, the two little adventurers drifted off to sleep, dreaming of future escapades—though hopefully less dangerous ones.