General Sasha and the army of the mutant ants.

Chapter One

A New Beginning


There once existed a house on 12 Primate Drive that had an infestation of tiny black ants.  There were literally everywhere, and the people who lived there had to wear plastic clothes that covered their whole body so the ants wouldn’t bite them. One day, a twelve year old who lived next door to 12 Primate Drive bought a couple of ant killers, placed them around the house, and mixed anti-freeze and hot-sauce with the liquid killer. The ants were supposed to drink it, and then bring it to their nest so the other ants would be killed. But Robert,  the boy who put the ant killers outside of 12 primate drive had made a terrible mistake.

Three days later, about 90% of the ants had been killed, but the other 10% of the ants where in pain and agony. Somehow, the anti-freeze and hot-sauce had mixed together in the ants stomach, and the ant had became a mutant! Ants doubled and tripled in size as they grew razor sharp fangs. The people who lived in 12 Primate drive jumped out of the second floor windows because they were so scared of the mutant ants mutating. One ant named Anthor, (Ant Thor!) grew so big, he broke the roof of the second floor. The house’s pet anteater tried to eat Anthor with little success, and in the end, Anthor swallowed the anteater whole, licking his bloody fangs. The rest of the ants grew as big as Anthor, and they stomped around the neighborhood, eating pet anteaters, dabbing, and stuffing themselves full with pickles. Just then, a cat by the name of Sasha ran onto the street. Sasha had the gift of telepathy with the ants. She ordered them (somehow) to stop dabbing and march in a straight line in front of Sasha. Then she ordered them to do the Gangnam style dance. Then the ants marched in line order toward the entrance of the neighborhood. Anthor had the honor of letting General Sasha stand on his hairy head. They marched out of the neighborhood, dabbing wildly, to who knows where.

Waffles for breakfast

Waffle, who was Sasha’s sister, absolutely loved Waffles. From the first time she had tasted them with log cabin syrup to now, Waffle was in a trance of eating Waffles everyday, for Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. Sasha, who like pancakes instead, always tried to figure out ways to separate Waffle from her Waffle mix, but it was as impossible as counting to one hundred in a second. It was Waffle’s second serving of Waffles. “Are you EVER going to stop eating Waffles Waffle?!” Sasha was going crazy now. She was so tired of Waffle using up the pancake mix when she ran out of Waffle mix to make her pancakes that Sasha was steaming. Sasha flung a Waffle onto Waffle’s face, which got some syrup on Waffle’s curly black hair, but Waffle didn’t care. She just peeled the sticky Waffle off of her face, and cut it up into slices, eating them all.

Sasha was not at school either. Waffle was still wondering where Sasha could be when Waffle’s best friends, Katy and Amy walked up. Katy was exactly Waffle’s age, eleven, but Amy was a year older than the two friends. “Have either of you seen Sasha?” asked Waffle. Amy nodded no, but Katy said: “Last I heard, your sister was in a mad frenzy shopping for pancake mix at the super-market!” Katy spilled out. “What?!” They all walked to the cafeteria, which was really clean, to eat lunch, discussing ways to calm down Waffle. Even after lunch, they had still not found a way to calm down Sasha.

“See you later!” Sasha called to them as they walked to their science class. Sasha saw Micah, the class clown, sticking pencils up his nose.

Sasha-wee, the lone hero

Sasha prowled the New York Skyline, awaiting anymore kittens to help, or criminals to smash into kitty food. Suddenly, Sasha heard the unmistakable sound of a cop siren. Sasha prepared her grappling hook,  and shot it at a tall building to her left. Then she jumped off the building she was already on. Suddenly, a light blue and red shape hurdled past her. It was Spider-man! “Hi Sasha!” Spider-man waved at her before disappearing. His webs slowly evaporated into the air. Sasha was startled at Spider-man, and almost let go of her grappling hook. She swung downward, and landed right on top of the police car that was wailing like a baby. Sasha pressed the release button on her grappling hook, and the claw let go of whatever it was holding onto, and started quickly winding itself up into the reel automatically. The police-car took a sharp turn to the right, and Sasha found herself in a dark alley, on top of a police-car. The man got out, and Sasha nimbly scaled the alley-wall. She could see that the burglar was getting away! Sasha took out a inflatable punching fist, which still had its price tag on it from Wall-mart, and aimed it at the criminal. The fist flew threw the air, and hit the evil man in the head, making him fall down to the pavement, where the police could take care of him further. Sasha pulled in the line that was connected to the fist, so she didn’t have to fetch it herself. Sasha brushed the dust off of her paws. One criminal taken care of.

Sasha-wee, the lone hero

A dark shape hurdled through the chilly night air. It landed on top of the gargoyle on the Empire State Building. The dark shape scanned the roads of New York City. No criminals to fight, at least not yet. The mysterious crime-fighter pulled of her mask, revealing whiskers and ears, and dark black fur with grey stripes. Sasha opened her tool-belt and pulled out a bottle of milk, specially made for cats. She opened the bottle of milk and drank it all in a single gulp. The only noise that came out was a big burp. Then Sasha pulled out a packet of hot-dogs, which was warm to the touch, and ate one at a time, relishing the delicious premium meat. Then, the cat sprung forth from her roosting place, having eaten her breakfast. Now, it was time to fight criminals. Sasha-wee, the lone hero