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The Ant Story
“Hello, my little friend,” I said quietly, trying not to startle him too badly. Of course, he almost jumped out of his skin when he turned and looked at me towering over him, blocking the sun and casting a shadow over his and several neighbouring homes.
“H-h-h, well hello,” he replied, with an obvious distrustful shimmer in his high squeaky voice. He stood there frozen in his tracks, not sure what to say or do next.
“You needn’t be afraid of me, Ant. I’m not going to hurt you. I was just observing your excavation methods when I overheard your remark about being able to see the whole world from the height of your mound.”
“H-h-how did you know my name?” he asked, still not quite sure what to make of the whole situation.
“Well, this is just a story that I am making up out of my imagination, and I gave you the name “Ant”. So that’s how I knew what your name was.”
“Oh, I see,” he muttered. But I knew that he did not really understand me at all, for he had a terribly confused look on his face.
“Look, Ant, I hate to burst your bubble, but you can’t really see the whole world from where you are standing, although I do see that you’re rather very high up from where you normally view life. The world’s a very big place and you are not seeing perhaps further than a few thousand yards. Would you like me to show you how big the world really is?”
“You mean that it could go two or three or even four times further than those hills over there?” he inquired rather dubiously, as he looked in the direction of a low range of hills off to the east.
I laughed! “Ant, you have no idea how big the world is! Look, since this is a story that I am making up out of my
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