The Owl

She stretched out on the dirty old ground. Her chin rested on her folded hands. An army of ants marching by, in her head, she could hear their steps as the Queen led the way. “One, two, three, four, forward march,” said the muscular insect behind her Majesty, The Queen. Her feet stirring, she marched along with them, eyes never leaving the tiny soldiers. They had wars to fight, a dynasty to save, and food to forage. Ants are the hardest working creatures on the planet. 

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