The bread was fresh and I was terrifically hungry, so I helped myself.
My aunt scolded me. “Crumbs, you left crumbs. The ants found them and carried them in a line through the kitchen. They’re back for the sugar.”
I cleaned the floor where the ants had left a trail. She scolded me. “I’m getting fond of them. They have personalities. See that large one.”
”That’s the Queen.”
“Where’s her crown?”
“It’s her size.”
My aunt, a large woman, pondered this. “We have that in common.”
They also love bread.
They are fast friends now, my aunt and the Ant Queen.
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