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.