“You’d think they learned their lesson,” he said, scratching his temple, “after all this time, and they have not grown any wiser.”
It was easy for him to just sit there and judge them. He did little else nowadays. But, don’t be cross with him, after all, he created this world in the first place. Including the little bridges, that separated fertile plains from rockier terrain, leading across the river. A marvellous little world, with more detail than any senses could grasp.
“Eye for detail,” his wife would laugh, “the man can hardly spot the crumbs next to his dinner plate.”
Enough of these domestic quarrels, or were they the fuel for what came next? Like any creator, he liked causing havoc, watching his little creatures fear for their lives, eventually rising above it all and restoring normalcy.
“They are incredibly robust,” he’d say amazed. Neither fire, wind, or water could get rid of them at once. Yet, after every disaster, tribal unrest followed. Until one colony won and installed their queen, the deadly battles wouldn’t end.
“Those little ants are no better than we are, don’t you think son,” the man turned to look at his child.
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