MAYFAIR The citizens of Mayfair were all gathered at town hall. Mayor Ichobod Ferncushion addressed those gathered. Well, it appears we have an ant problem. He spoke, rather matter of factly. The town gasped, before a calm ease settled in. Well, its almost Burrow Day, the time for picnics has past. A voice spoke from the crowd. The town sighed in relief. The mayor cocked his head, as he realized he did not properly convey how dire the situation was. He cleared his throat. No no, we have a big ant problem. The town stared back at him, unsure of what he meant. It was well known that the Ferncushion clan wasnt quite right. He sighed. We have a BIG ant problem. He said once more, this time lifting his hand above his head. The town stared at him, but this time their mouths were agape and their reactions were ones of disbelief, and not confusion. Surely there wasnt a gathering of giant arcane ants, expanding a colony outside their quaint town, is there? Mathilda Whiskerberry fainted in her seat. What do we do? The weetles called out. Miss Primula Buttontail, school teacher at Mayfair Primary School, stood up and addressed the crowd. She was one of just a few Tradesmen in Mayfair. The Tradesmen of Evermoore have always been quick to lend a hand, when our town is in need. I will travel to Evermoore, and seek their assistance. The Tradesmen of Evermoore always save the day. Young Zachariah Jonas Ferncushion chimed in. Professor Violet Mossbottom stood up. Ill accompany her, and lend a hand. Theres got to be some research on arcane ants that can provide useful. Evermoore always does so much for us. How can we help? Chimed Sophie Whiskerberry-Thornwhisker. The town went silent. Edith Haybutton, the town oculist, was looking at an old copy of the Mayfair Gazette. She smiled as she stood up. Magnifying glasses. Giant magnifying glasses! She exclaimed. The townsfolk whispered to their neighbors. Magnifying glasses? How could such a simple object become the solution to the impending doom outside the town? We will need a lot of sand, but I think it will work. The citizens of Mayfair continued discussion as the night grew dark. As the meeting came to an end the weetles were confident that with the assistance of the Tradesmen of Evermoore, they could survive against the ant colony.
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