Helping out the ant

I was taking a nap when I was woken up by a tickle on my nose. It was an ant. The ant said, “Excuse me Fred, sorry for waking you, but would you do me a favor?” I asked what it wanted. The ant said, “I’m at my wits end. I’m about to be kicked out of the colony. I’m the worst food gatherer, and unless I bring back a significant amount of food, I’m out. Would you help?” I said yes.

I put the ant on my shoulder and we went to the store. I loaded up the cart with 42 loaves of cinnamon raisin bread, 200 pints of Karo Syrup, 174 boxes of Nilla Wafers, 5 one-hundred-pound bags of sugar, and 500 Bit-o-Honey candy bars. Then I drove it all to the anthill. I took everything out of its packaging. I set the ant down on the ground.

The ant said, “Thanks! Hey, would like to come in and enjoy the feast?” I said sure. I helped bring it all down into the tunnels. Then I joined in the gorging.