“Honey, I’m home,” he announced as he came into their living quarters. “Mmm, the
place sure smells good!”
“Yes,” she said, as she happily greeted him wih a soft caress, “the rain we had in the
wee hours this morning certainly seemed to have cleansed the air. How was your
“Fine,” he sighed. “We worked hard today, amassing the usual, putting it here, putting it
there. The workers were in high gear but it seems work is never done. How was your
day?” he asked, as he stroked her cheek.
“It was good,” she replied. I went out for food twice and brought home more than
enough to fill the pantry, then tidied up around here a bit,” she continued as she looked
around surveying the place with satisfaction. “I thought we might go eat at the
community house tonight. What do you think?”
“Sounds good,” he answered, “as soon as I clean up a bit, okay?” and he headed
toward the wash room. “The rain certainly filled our reservoir! What a blessing.”
Thankful for the abundant water he carefully washed, removing all the dirt from the
day’s labor. Finishing up, he lamented, ”I see our neighbors haven’t done a thing over
at their place.”
“Hmmph! That’s right. He doesn’t go to work and neither of them cares for their home.
What do they do all day? They’re sluggards, I think, and that’s a disgrace. They give
our kind a bad name. You can’t even tell what color their place is, its just a drab, brown
wilting hulk. They’re missing the joy of honorably working each day. I’m so proud of
what we’ve accomplished here. It’s beautiful and refreshing.” Her smile quickly faded.
“Sad in a way too,” she spoke wistfully. “How long before the first frost, do you think?”
Coming out of the wash room, he consoled her, saying, “Now, now, hon, it will be a
while yet. The winter should not be difficult for us this year. We’ve labored tirelessly
this summer and I think you’ll see what diligence can accomplish. I wish our neighbors
had worked hard too. I’m not sure how the community will feel about sharing with them
this winter, since they’ve been lazy and unwilling to work for the good of all. It’s very
odd, usually our kind are extremely wise and hard working.”
Heading for the entry way, he smiled lovingly at her. With his antennae he coaxed her
to come, and assuringly said, “But as for the first frost, I imagine we’ve got at least
another six weeks before we have to leave and go back underground to live with the
others in the hill. The workers have labored and harvested, the chambers are
prepared and the Queen is ready. But Sweetie, don’t worry, next year we’ll find more
flowers, and we’ll pick one just as beautiful and cozy as this flower for our summer
Proverbs 6:6 NIV Go to the ant, you sluggard, consider its ways and be wise! It has no commander, no overseer, or ruler, yet it stores its provisions in summer and gathers its food at harvest.
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