I give the ant a hideous makeover and show it’s disappointed mother what it has become, forcing the mother to kick our ant into the streets of New York City with nothing but a burlap sack full of seeds
the cliff doesn’t have water under it anyway, it has marshmallows!
the ant starts to doubt its self worth and begins a slow but steady downward spiral of depression, nurtured by bad decisions and cutting out the good people from its life...
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