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.
1 comment:
Whoa! I didn't see that coming!!
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