Once upon a time, in a dense forest, there lived a king cobra. He was a strong and powerful snake that fed on birds' eggs, lizards, and frogs. During the night, he would stealthily search for food, and at sunrise, he would slither back to his humble abode - a narrow hole.
As time passed, the cobra grew larger and fatter, making it challenging for him to squeeze in and out of his hole. Determined to find a more comfortable dwelling, the king cobra decided to search for a new home.
He slithered through the forest and came upon a grand old tree with strong roots that he could use as a home. However, he noticed a lively anthill near the roots of the tree. The king cobra didn't like the idea of sharing his new home with the small creatures and approached the anthill.
Being a large and powerful serpent, he ordered all the ants to leave the area and find a new home. Most small creatures on the tree fled when they saw the mighty cobra. However, the ants were not afraid of the imposing predator. In fact, they were quite angry that he would ask them to leave their home.
Thousands of ants crawled out of the anthill and started climbing onto the king cobra's body, stinging him repeatedly. The cobra twisted and turned, trying to shake them off, but he could not. The ants were relentless and determined to protect their home.
The cobra eventually collapsed, defeated by the swarm of angry ants. His pride and arrogance had led to his downfall. From that day onwards, the small creatures of the forest respected the ants and their homes.
Once upon a time, in a forest so full of trees you could hardly see the sky, there lived a king cobra. Oh yeah, not just any snake, but a KING cobra! He wore his shiny scales like a superhero cape and acted like the boss of the forest. He ate bird's eggs for breakfast, lizards for lunch, and frogs for dinner. Yum!
Every night, he'd sneak out like a snake superhero, searching for tasty treats. Then, when the sun peeked up, he'd wriggle back into his tiny home—a hole in the ground. But guess what? Our friend had been enjoying his meals a bit too much. He got so round and chubby that getting back into his hole became like trying to put a square block into a round hole.
"So, this won't do," thought the cobra. "Time for a new, bigger place!"
Off he slithered, looking for a new, fancy home. At last, he found it: a big, old tree with strong roots. Perfect! But hold on, what's this? An anthill, full of busy little ants, was right next to the tree.
Now, Mr. King Cobra didn't want roommates, especially tiny, busy ones. So he slithered up to the anthill and said, "Hey, tiny buddies, I'm the new king in town, and I need this tree all to myself. So, move along!"
You'd think the ants would pack up and go, right? Wrong! They were like, "Whoa, hang on, big guy!"
The ants poured out of their hill like a waterfall of tiny superheroes. They climbed up the king cobra, giving him itty-bitty stings that felt like big pinches! The cobra wiggled and waggled, twisted and turned, trying to get them off. But these ants stuck to him like glue on paper.
Finally, the cobra couldn't take it anymore. He plopped down, worn out, like a wet spaghetti noodle. The ants did their happy dance and went back to their hill, high-fiving with their little ant hands.
From then on, everyone in the forest knew: don't mess with the little guys. They might be small, but they're mighty!
And the king cobra? Well, let's just say he learned that being big and strong isn't everything. Sometimes, the little guys have the biggest hearts—and the best dance moves!
King Cobra, strong and sleek,
Hunted at night, not a peep.
To his hole, at break of day,
He would wind his stealthy way.
But as he grew, both big and round,
His narrow home could not be found.
"A bigger place I must procure,
A royal home, that's for sure!"
Through the woods, he made his quest,
To find a home that suited best.
At last, a tree, so grand and fine,
"Ah, this place could well be mine!"
But wait! Nearby, an anthill stood,
Inhabitants not in the mood.
"I'm King Cobra! Leave this space!"
But ants stared back, a fearless grace.
From their hill, the ants swarmed out,
Covering the cobra, roundabout.
Stinging hard, they made their stand,
Protecting their small, but cherished land.
King Cobra twisted, writhed in pain,
His arrogance had been his bane.
Defeated, spent, he slithered away,
A lesson learned, that very day.
So in the woods, it came to be,
Respect was earned by ant decree.
Though small they were, their might was grand,
A lesson learned, across the land.
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