Anton Ant is on the move

It had been two days since Little Bobby had stepped on the nail. Needless to say, it had also been two days since he last got a tetanus shot. That was the story of his life, step on a nail…tetanus shot, step on a rake….tetanus shot. His little arm looked like he had been using heroin. At any rate, here he sat on a blanket in the front yard reading the book his grandmother had bought him…..I guess for stepping on the nail.
Two days reading had gotten him to page five. Not that he was a poor reader, it was just that he was easily distracted. Especially with all the bugs crawling around the blanket. He noticed a long line of ants going by. Apparently, in a hurry.
“Boy, I hate moving,” thought Anton Ant. “We’ve lived on this hill for I don’t know how long and now, all of a sudden, it’s not big enough for us. So, here I am way back here behind about fifteen thousand ants going to who know where. And do they care if I get tired of packing this egg? No, they just continue leading and we all blindly follow. I’m about sick of this and if we ever stop to rest I’m going to walk up there and give those guys a piece of my mind!”
It was very risky making a move like this. Especially near the gray expanse and the home where that Fenimore kid lives. It wasn’t that long ago that he took a large group of Antons’ friends and placed them in that red colored flat sand hill. No one he took was ever heard from again.
He also was the one that was involved with poor Elwoods disappearance. Only a few remnants of him were ever found. It was a sad day for Anton because Elwood and he were very close. That Elwood was one in a million, literally.
Up over small twigs went the long column of ants. On and on through the green meadow until they were finally on the trail that led to the gray expanse. Everyone was getting hot and tired and it seemed that the leaders were nowhere near the point of calling it a halt. “It was probably a good idea anyway,” thought Anton, since it was so dangerous here. Once they were on the gray expanse, he was planning on making a run for it.
Anton kept trudging along until, finally, he could see that the column had made it to the crossing point. He could feel the tension building in the ranks until suddenly, they were there and he was almost at once at a dead run clutching the egg he had been assigned. They were moving so fast that some of the less than gracefull ants were tripping over each other. After awhile all Anton could see were legs and antennae flying in all directions as he scrambled to maintain his footing and still hold on to the egg.
All the ants behind him were pushing and shoving trying to get to the front. Anton was trying to keep ahead of those guys, stay on the lookout for trouble and watch where he was going all at the same time. Then, as suddenly as it had started, the pace slowed again. Anton was across the gray expanse and safe. Rumors started filtering back towards him from the front of the line that they were nearing the end of their journey. Anton hoped so, he was almost exhausted.
But now he was getting the feeling that something was amiss, although he couldn’t put his feeler on what it might be. There was something different about the trail they were now on. It appeared to be a very smooth trail, but it was red….and seemed to be going in a circle. Anton couldn’t figure out what was going on but everyone liked the easier walk so they weren’t complaining. The only thing was that it just went on and on with no end in sight. Anton trudged on, packing the egg. “They are the leaders……they must know what they’re doing.” thought Anton.
“WOW!!! Look at the ants on my hula hoop!” Little Bobby was going to have himself some fun.