The blazing debris fell from the sky and landed on my cement patio. By the time I got the broom to clean up the mess, the blaze had gone out. As I swept, a colorful foggy mist appeared. It was then I realized, a sparkling mystical stardust within the debris, had brought the ant back to life. The ant and I instantly, although very briefly, bonded. He told me of wild adventures and of his many near death encounters. I got bored with such fiction and asked if he wanted to play a game of “William Tell”. I was eager and most pleased, to be the first to take a shot at the apple. I pulled back the arrow and slowly aimed my shot. To my surprise, before I could shoot, his tiny head and many legs could no longer support the granny smith apple upon his head and it fell on his whole body. I scooped him up and went to the emergency vet. The vet tried everything, but the poor ant was to far gone. Oh, I will miss that ant and sure he is now in ant heaven.