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WHERE DO THEY GET THEIR IDEAS

Story ID:10407
Written by:Frederick William Wickert (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Musings, Essays and Such
Location:Curry Town New York USA
Year:2014
Person:Katy
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WHERE DO THEY GET THEIR IDEAS

WHERE DO THEY GET THEIR IDEAS
By Fred Wickert


Katy is five years old. She is about knee high to her six foot four Daddy. Katy just loves Daddy and loves to be with him. She is as much at home riding in the cab of a combine as she is riding up on her Daddy’s shoulder. Sometimes katy says some of the darndest things.

Mommy and Daddy both try to teach Katy respect for life, the difference between right and wrong, about Mother Nature, about proper care of animals and treatment of animals and so on. Katy is growing up on a farm with Mommy and Daddy and Grandma and Grandpa.

One day Katy came in the house and walked up to her daddy with a dead carpenter ant in her palm. She held it out for him to see. He told her that it was a Carpenter Ant. She said, “Unh Huh.” Then she waited expectantly.

Daddy said, “It’s dead Honey.”

Katy said, “I know.”

Daddy said, “Well, it is dead. What are you going to do?”

“I want you to put it someplace in your shop.”

“But it’s dead katy.”

“I know.”

“Well where do you want me to put it”

“Oh, anywhere is okay, but after you do, let me know where you put it.”

When Daddy went outside he took the Carpenter Ant with him and went in the shop. On the way in he noticed on the platform outside the door there was a string or line of tiny little ants scurrying back and forth with obviously a purpose of some kind. As he looked around in his shop for a place to put Katy’s dead Carpenter Ant, he heard a series of little noises outside the door. He walked over to the door and looked outside to determine the source of the noises.

There on the concrete platform, Katy had found the line of busy little ants and with her foot, she was stomping them to death.

Daddy said, “Kathy, you are killing all those ants.”

“I know Daddy. You always told me everything has to die sometime.”

“Yes I know Katy, but these little ants have a lot of work to do. They are working very hard to do their job. If you kill them now, they will never be able to get their work done.”

Katy took one step back, put her hands on her hips and looked her Daddy in the eye. Then she said, “Well, they have had a really bad day today, and I’m just putting them out of their misery so they don’t have to suffer.”


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