It was only that morning she had begun her odyssey to the hidden treasure that would sustain her tribe for the next months. Through the dangers of cats and feet, around the obstacles of doors and dust bunnies she had wandered. She finally reached the final precipice to climb and started up. Thank goodness ant feet have good traction. Getting to the pantry shelf and that torn bag of sugar would be no mean feat.
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Thanks for another good word to help my mind wander, Steeler Chick!
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