An ant will always be an ant.
But an ant will never be a dog.
Cats don’t like ants
Dogs certainly don’t care about ants.
Eating is the best part of an ant’s day, so
Food always goes missing.
Grandma likes to leave the ants a little present,
Honey.
I like ants.
Grandma hates ants, because the
Kitchen always gets raided.
Looking at them makes her itch.
Making cakes is really fun, but
Nobody eats with me so I,
Opened a jar of honey and invite the ants to my tea
Party.
Question, Mr. ant asked. “You must
Really hate us ants. You keep killing us!”
“Stop being silly, I said. I’m just trying to give you a
Treat! “
Under the tree, was a
Very serious meeting with all the ants.
Water ran down my window so I couldn’t see what was happening. The
Xylophone doorbell rang and Mr. ant appeared.
You must stop opening Jars of honey, or else I’ll call my friend…
Zzz…Buzzz…
A light hearted story to fill the pages of my little hand made book.
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