Little Things

The ant was not deterred by any obstacle in his path. Quickly he marched, his tiny legs moving as fast as they could, as if the little creature knew he had only a short time to get where he was going. Indeed, he had. Smoosh. “Hey, whadja do that for Joey? I wanted to see where he was going,” Bill chided. “Aw, you woulda stepped on him when he got there anyway,” Joey said. Bill shrugged his shoulders, he probably would have. The two boys continued their walk down the sidewalk, stopping now...