There were once some ants who lived together in perfect security in a ancient anthill, nestled in the roots of a giant oak. They were a large company, and were very comfortable, but they came to think that they might be still happier if they had a queen to rule over them, as the other insect nations did.
So they sent the sage to the temple of their god, to ask Him to give them a queen.
God laughed at their folly, for He knew that they were better off as they were.
“This will be the manner of the queen that shall reign over you,” He said to the sage. “She will take your sons, and appoint them for herself, for her soldiery.
“And she will appoint her captains over thousands, and captains over fifties; and will set them to ear her ground, and to reap her harvest, and to make her instruments of war.
“And she will take your daughters to be provisioners.
“And she will take your farms, in the deepest halls of the hill, the best of them, and give them to her servants.
“And she will take the tenth of your yield, and give to her officers, and to her servants.
“And she will take your menservants, and your maidservants, and your goodliest young men, and put them to her work.
“She will take the tenth of your aphids: and ye shall be her servants.
“And ye shall cry out in that day because of your queen which ye shall have chosen you; and I will not hear you in that day.”
Nevertheless the ants refused to listen to this message; and they said, Nay; but we will have a queen over us, that we also may be like all the nations; and that our queen may judge us, and go out before us, and fight our battles.
Reluctantly, God sent them a queen, saying, “You will have some one to rule over you now.”
“Ah!” they said, “see how grand she looks! How she strides along! How she throws back her head! This is a queen indeed. She shall rule over us.”
And they went joyfully to meet her.