Parallel along the path I followed an ant track. I joined the ants, there were many all carrying bits of straw so I picked up a piece of dry straw, and man was it heavy. The other ants laughed said will get the hang of it in time, soon you'll be able to carry two. Maybe four too, I rashly said. No, that will break your back.
I kept falling behind as I timidly scanned the air for predatory sparrows and wondered if rabbits eat ants. Where their track ends by a hole, their home, I threw my burden to the ground and jumped back on to my own path. Hard work kills the soul, and all you get at the end of it is cheap pocket watch.
