Chapter 4
Great waves of anger passed over the entire colony of mini ants (as I now called them for some made up reason) and instead of setting mighty weapons upon me, they set themselves. They thought that if they crushed me, then maybe I would suffocate instead. But that was not to be so. For I was tough, and the name I had given them did in fact suit them, because when they did leap their bloodthirsty leaps upon me, I threw them off like annoying ants. Now was the time to leg it; I bolted ahead of all the tiny creatures, whose minute legs only managed to travel a few meaningless steps before toppling over and landing in a fat pile. I had got away for the second time, and destination B was near...