The entire time the realtor walked the perspective buyers
through the house, no one noticed the ant in the sugar bowl. To be fair, there were many other issues with
the condition of the house that drew attention to themselves, so I can’t really
fault them for not noticing such a tiny creature, rejoicing and dancing about his
newfound discovery of sugar.
He was so excited to return to his little ant community and
share with them the tale of such an abundance of sugar, just there for the
taking. Maybe, he thought, I should
carry a grain of sugar back with me, so they can see it. And no sooner had he thought it, he was
marching along the edge of the kitchen counter, carrying the granule of sugar
back to his house.
Meanwhile, color fliers and business cards were tossed onto
the counter as the potential buyers made their way to the front door. Disappointed, the realtor watched in silence
as her commission fizzled away. It was the gust of air from the landing fliers
on the countertop, however, that caught our ant friend off guard. He tumbled to his left and in trying to keep
his balance, lost his hold on the grain of sugar.
That evening, in his telling of the bowl full of fresh,
tasty sugar, several of his uncles and a few of his aunts commented that he
must be embellishing just a little. One
such uncle stood up and claimed that in all his days he had never seen such
quantities of sugar as the little ant had described.
Just as the uncle had finished talking the little ant
cringed, looked up – just behind the uncle and yelled… SHOE!
The uncle screamed like a little girl, and all the other
ants laughed and laughed.
The end.
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