The sun shown bright and warm. Flowers posed happily enjoying the September day. Sandwiches for our picnic, were place prettily upon plates. A garden hose did provide a cooling sun-shower rain. A four year old was eager to share her song, her toys, her hugs.
That was the setting for the tale of an uneaten sandwich dropped to the ground.
Suddenly, through blades of grass we saw them come; ants, two thousand ants! The eldest wore a yellow hat, tossed carelessly to the side. We couldn't help but smile at the silliness and look of playful pride. The next carried a flower a deep shade of red. We could not understand how this little ant could carry such a big gift. We sat and watched with some applause for our own enjoyment. One by one they came following each other; looking like a marching band in orderly formation. Soon they reached the blades of grass that formed a miniature table for the fallen sandwich, with quiet ease they circled round. Each ant helping the other. Together they circled the mountainous heap and slowly marched away to celebrate and share the picnic on a beautiful September day.
Now the little girl was happy for she didn't like to eat. Her mother was distracted by the display of the ants.This all led to a story from the mother to the child "If you don't eat your sandwiches, you'll become an ant yourself. A tiny thing that longs to eat what now you drop upon the ground!"
So that's the silly tale of two thousand ants and a little girl who chose to drop her picnic on the ground.
by Pauline 2007☺
SEE the tiny droplet
