Ants and Sweaters
Thomas spied the ants as he waited by the back door to the kitchen. At first he ignored their merry procession, his mind overwhelmed with thoughts of the rich, buttery apple pie that he knew was baking in the oven only a few feet from where he was standing. Once or twice he let his eyes flick away from the window in the kitchen door in order to mark the ants’ progression, but it was only after
he saw Mrs. Marble pull the golden-crusted beauty from the oven that he gave the ants a real looking at.
From what Thomas could tell, it seemed like the ants were on their way home from a military...