Once upon a time, an orange ant crawled towards the yellow ant. They hugged and high-fived. “What if we could fly?” said the orange ant, looking skyward. “That’s deadly,” said the yellow ant, scolding him for the strange dream.

“Be careful, you’ll go mad,” said the yellow ant, threatening to end the minute-long friendship. “Let’s ask the purple ant,” said the yellow ant. The orange ant crisscrossed a finger over his forehead. “I’ll fly one day,” said the orange ant. Soon, they bumped into a blue ant. “What’s your opinion about flying?” asked the yellow ant, popping his eyes, because the question was foolish.

“Your head will get stuck to the sticky sky,” said the blue ant, her lips hanging at such a stupid question. “I told you!” shouted the yellow ant, grabbing the orange ant by his throat. “We need a second opinion,” said the orange ant, coughing and feeling dizzy. They ran to the purple ant, who was nibbling a juicy grasshopper.

“What do you think of flying?” asked the yellow ant, We need a final opinion,” said the yellow ant, sticking out his tongue at the orange ant. “I once hiked on a sitting giraffe’s head, and ran out of breath up there,” said the purple ant.

The shocking question made his heart skip.  “Let’s not think the unthinkable,” the yellow ant said, waving a ring finger at the orange ant’s face. “Let’s ask the red ant for her opinion,” said the orange ant, crossing his fingers.

Now, the five ants shuffled their feet towards the red ant who was skateboarding on the red dunes. “What’s your opinion about flying?” asked the yellow ant, winking. “It’s dangerous; one day, I followed a trail of meat hidden by a cheetah up the Waterberg, and as soon as I started eating the meat, the cottony clouds dropped on my head.”

Boom! Soon, I realised we were in heaven. “The cheetah couldn’t see through the clouds and left his hearty meat,” said the red ant, yawning. “I whispered for the sun to come out, and guess what? When it smiled, it melted the clouds, and since I’ve a gold medal in swimming, I backstroked on the melting clouds,” said the red ant, as the others blocked their yawns.

The orange ant dropped to his knees and said sorry for dreaming such an impractical dream. In the end, the orange ant promised the yellow ant to ask him before dreaming, and that tickled the other ants, as they felt jealous about this hour-long friendship.