There once lived a little ant that was no one very special. It was
just one of those worker types that would go out from the Nest with the
rest and join in the stream of ants, the Way. Like every worker it would
find some choice little bits of food and then struggle with its load to
carry back to the Queen.
from dawn to dusk the same.
one day the ant noticed something strange. It seemed as though while
many were leaving in of food as usual, fewer appeared to be
returning as the day progressed. It shrugged this observation away
immediately and went out into the Way with its fellow workers.
it scurried along with its antennae waving about, out of the corner of
its eyes it saw a huge tunnel appear from out of the sky, touch the
ground to its left where several other ants had been scurrying.
it disappeared, along with the other ants.
a panic it stopped several of its mates and said:
There is something wrong here.’
as the others were about to ask what exactly it referred to, several
ants came marching up with golden droplets in their pincers.
said the leader of this group. ‘Only a fool would say there is
something wrong here. Look at all this honey we have. We have hit the
Mother Lode! The Queen will be so pleased.’
I saw something come out of the sky and the next moment a bunch of us
were gone,’ said the ant.
no one stayed to listen; off went its companions to get some of that
honey, while the others raced back with their sweet prize.
maybe I was just imagining it,’ the ant reasoned to itself.
off it raced to reach the honey.
no sooner had it began, again it saw the tunnel from the sky come down
and its shadow fall over another group of ants. And then the tunnel and
the ants were gone.
great panic the ant tried to stop the others racing ahead. Yet now the
Way flowed with excited ants that could think of nothing else but that
honey. The ant desperately tried to slow the other workers in order to
explain to them what it saw. None slowed. They crashed into the ant or
just ran over it, ignoring its urgent pleas.
one of the soldier ants came up, twice as large as the little worker
ant, with its huge mandibles.
soldier will listen, the worker ant said to itself.
are you doing blocking the way?’ said the soldier ant to the worker.
‘Out of the way, you fool, there is honey ahead.’
You don’t understand. Something terrible is happening. Honey is not
ahead. It’s death! Death, I tell you! We must all go back!’
are a mad ant. And madness has no place in the Nest. If you do not cease
such nonsense and get back to work, it will indeed be death for you!’
little worker continued along the Way, out of respect for those
mandibles; yet it no longer looked straight ahead.
it gazed skyward. ing.
the ant saw it come again.
this time it saw not only the tunnel, but to where the tunnel lead. And
indeed it lead to death; for the ant knew now what it was.
back! Go back! An anteater! Death is here! Go back!’ it yelled while
moving out of the Way.
the Way was racing as news had reached the Nest. There was only one
thought of the Nest--the honey!
And the little worker
watched them all disappear up the dark tunnel.