Thinker Ants

Crawling along the ground, an ant began to think about dying.

“What would it be like? What happens after?”

At that moment, the ant came across a large anteater. It was stomping around, waving its elephantine truck through the air.

“Hey!” the ant said. “What’s death like?”

The anteater stopped and blinked at the little ant. “Why? Would you like to find out?”

“I’m just curious,” said the little ant.

The anteater paused for a moment, confused by the little ant. “Death isn’t something you should go asking around about, you know?”

“No, I don’t. I’m an ant. It’s my job to bring back things to the nest.”

The anteater sighed. “Including death?”

“I don’t know what it is. It might be good.”

“If that’s what you want.” He followed the ant back to its nest and licked all the little ants up.


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One response to “Thinker Ants

  1. awesomepie

    Personification is a terrible thing.

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