Once upon a thyme there was an ant. He was chewing away at that thyme when Mama Ant came and yelled, " Nawat! Come HERE!".
"Oh, comin', Mama!" Nawat replied shyly. He ran up (or rather down, since he was upon a thyme) to Mama Ant and gave her a big (or rather small, actually) hug.
"Oh, Nawat, have I gots some news for ya! Yer cousin, Frinkle, is here, an' he wants to see ya!" Mama Ant bellowed.
"Oh, joy!" though Nawant as he crawled to his hole. "I jus' love it when Frinkle comes to th' Country!"
Now, Frinkle was a City ant, and not very used to the weather in the Country, so Nawat found him digging an even deeper tunnel than he'd seen in his few weeks of life.
"Hey, Frinkle, what're ya doin' diggin' another tunnel? Is th' weather too hot fer ya up in th' Country?" Nawat shouted down the hole. There was no reply. "I said, Frinkle, is th' weather too hot fer ya? Why don'tcha go back to th' City then, huh?" This time there was a scuttle, and what do you know, a little ant head popped up.
"Hey, Nawat! Just making myself at home! You know how much cooler the City is!" Frinkle exclaimed. And he was right, it was much cooler in the City.
"Of course, Frinkle! Lemme come an' help ya dig yer tunnel! I jus' hate seein' ants a-workin' all by they're lonesome!"
