House Ants
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 table top. “if the box was empty I’m sure I could
push an inch or two the first ant said”. “Yeah,” the other snorted.
A man came into the room took a matchstick out of the box and
put it back 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 and 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 also 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 back on the table, our ants were in stitched
guffawing. They were tempted to push the box on the floor again but
the risk of someone coming in with a duster was too great but they
were happy ants that tired went to sleep in their crack.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2015
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