The ants he could get to assemble in a line. They liked the sugar he thought. They didn't do this really with cheese, sometimes bread, but really this water melon they really liked. He wished he could train them for other things. Convince them to bring him news from the outside. Or better yet he thought to dig a hole to the outside. Maybe then he could use his phone.
How did they get in he thought? He followed them from off the table to a ledge, and near the window, then he went down.They seemed to just come up through the carpet. He imagined to them the carpet was probably like a jungle, and him a big blue mountain. He liked that, he liked being a mountain better, less worry with his life. There was less to do as a mountain, but things were more final. They just were.
He brushed the carpet, trying to find their entry way, but it was to no avail. They now made a stead line, carrying back food to the queen. Each one with a job to do, each one with a purpose. He liked that too. Was jealous of the ants.
How did they get in he thought? He followed them from off the table to a ledge, and near the window, then he went down.They seemed to just come up through the carpet. He imagined to them the carpet was probably like a jungle, and him a big blue mountain. He liked that, he liked being a mountain better, less worry with his life. There was less to do as a mountain, but things were more final. They just were.
He brushed the carpet, trying to find their entry way, but it was to no avail. They now made a stead line, carrying back food to the queen. Each one with a job to do, each one with a purpose. He liked that too. Was jealous of the ants.