The Ant
The ant continued working even after not sleeping for several hours. None of the other ants had rested either, some had spent days without sleep, and some of them would die before ever getting the chance to rest at all. They weren’t unhappy, for of what use is time to an insect? This was what trillions of worker ants had done before them, and trillions more would do it after them, and they knew that any disobedience would endanger the hive and the queen. The ant in question had spent the last few hours working in the hatchery, but was now leaving in search of food for the hive. Work, work, work. This was all that went through its mind.
The ant crawled out in a swarm with the rest of the workers. It ventured out into the forest of grass, which towered over it. It walked on and on, not keeping track of time, not paying attention to where it was going. It would rely on pure instinct to find its way back to the anthill that it emerged from. As it continued on its journey, it took limited notice of its surroundings. It processed that it had emerged onto a vertical wooden area, which it was climbing up. There were several large tannish moving trees making noises through a slit in their upper area. When it completed climbing the wood, it emerged onto a cloth-like substance that tasted of nourishment. It continued walking until it came across a large, ovular green surface. Its instinct told it that there would be nourishment inside, so it began climbing up. Soon it emerged on a red, wet, sticky surface that it would bring feed the hive for days. It began to perceive a long keening noise coming from some of the moving trees. It began moving back to the hive, when one of the trees swung one of its branches down towards it.
And the family enjoyed their picnic with no further interruption.