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She walks me down a dimly lit hallway while humming her favorite tune. �So how is college life, Rambru?� She asks. My sister's voice echoes off the tunnel dirt walls surrounding us & slowly fades off in the many exits. Our feet make silent thaping sounds as we walk. �So let me get this straight,� I say, �You ran away from the ant hill, just to end up� in another ant hill?� I asked making abscure hand gestures. �No. Well yes. Sort of. But now I have my own place! My own dirt lodge!� She exclaimed with her antennas. �Dirt lodge?� I asked skeptically. �What the heck is a dirt lodge?� She smiled and walked a few feet in front of me, stopping in front of a door. �Have a look for yourself.� A metal plate on the door read: Section 7, Level 4, room 5691. We walked in. Puzzled I paused and stepped out of the room again. �I�ve seen your whole wood lodge in three steps. THREE STEPS!� I shouted. �You can barely fit three acorns in here! What are mom and pop going to say!?!� �Chill bro.� She walked out of the room and locked the door. �I�m graduating high school in the winter, after that the monthly payment-� �For what!? A janitors closet!? How can they even ask or a payment� �-will be no problem,� she continued, �Like uncle Joe used to say, wait now that I think about it Gramps said it too, and Ant Mary, Suzie, my cousin George, your cousin George, that no job is too big for an ant!� She exclaimed jumping up with her six feet. |
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| This story is about the ordinary life of bugs and mice. Though its still in the brainstorming phase here is a preview about a mice called Rambru :) -Kelli |
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