Without complaining about her load or asking for a prize, the ant carried the grain of grass which was four times her size. She carried it bravely and with enthusiasm, without a grimace on her face or a single spasm. She didn't take breaks to regain her strength. She didn't complain about the grain's length. When she could no longer carry her treasure, she put it down and trailed back as if for pleasure.
I watched the ant with amazement and a smile, and when I thought she gave up I felt a pity for a while. Her huge aspiration and commitment no matter the weather, deserved admiration for her endeavour. I concluded it was too much to ask even of a hard-working ant, to carry something bigger than a grain of sand.
Yet, before I realised she was back with her sister along, to help her carry the grain home singing an ant song. Without a further ado, they picked the fruit of grass and carried it awkwardly, setting the standard of work and giving an ethics class. Together still struggling since it was twice their combined size, the ants disappeared with their load on the trail created by mice.
ACTIVITIES
