Ants

In the tall grass on a spring morning a young boy sat on a picnic blanket. A sharp pain in his foot, he turned to scrape at the skin and noticed a mound of ants nearby. Gleefully he took a piece of bread, placed it near the mound, and watched as the workers carried crumb after crumb to their queen. Then, he took his orange soda and flooded the antpile, watching as the ants were washed clean from their home. The thrill wore off quickly, and he forgot about the ants until, walking back to the car, he stepped in the sticky residue of his mess.

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