Gathered in the Anty-chamber they await with Anty-cipation.
'Cease Ant-ics,' orders Sarge-Ant. 'Vigil-Ant and Reli-Ant have reported,' informs Command-Ant,Μύ
'Temperature, wind, humidity; all are signific-Ant.'
'Emigr-Ants!' commands Lieuten-Ant.Μύ
'Prepare to spread your wings!'
~ 'What's going on?' asks Ignor-Ant.
'It's all coming together,' declares Converge-Ant.
'I knew it!' announces Clairvoy-Ant.
'Let's tell everyone,' whispers Inform-Ant.
'It doesn't feel right,' fears Discord-Ant.
'There'll be trouble,' warns Miscre-Ant.
'You'll never get me up in one of those things,' states Defi-Ant.
'I'm not going and that's final,' says Adam-Ant.
'I will not go! WILL NOT!' blubs Petul-Ant.
'No bloody way!' barks Indign-Ant.
'Then could I please have your place?' pleads Supplic-Ant.
'How about my place?' offers Vac-Ant.
'Don'cha just love all this?' grins Vibr-Ant.
'Wake me when its all over,' yawns Dorm-Ant.
~ It is late July, calm and warm; somehow, the flying ants fly. |
