an utterly useless tale

An utterly Useless Tale On a big round oak table in a living room, a vase, in its small crack, lived two house ants. They were sitting outside, considering a box of matches on the tabletop. “if the box was empty, I’m sure I could push an inch or two the first and said. “Yeah,” the other snorted. A man came into the room, took a matchstick out of the box, and put it back on the table, this time by its edge, and walked out. The first ant giggled and said, “If we both push the box, it will fall on the floor, no one will know how it ended there.” They traversed the vast expanse of the table, pushed the box off the table, hurried back into their crack, and laughed heartily. They had been frightened people usually kill house ants at first sight. The man came back, saw the box on the floor, shook his head, picked it up, and placed it back on the table. Our ants were in stitches They were tempted to push the box on the floor again but gave it up, the risk someone could come in  with a duster was too great Back at their crack, they went to sleep