Ash lounged idly, popping the heads off the ants with his toes as they appeared from their little mound.
He was bored, had been for quite a while and now felt like starting a war. He loved war, there hadnt been a good one in sometime. There was some noise from Wc, but it didnt sound like much of anything so he hadnt investigated. Those people were always being betrayed or picked on, Russet had been right on one thing, the whole taking in of the neighborhood strays wasnt doing any favors for their reputation.
He guessed that he could go to Sc, rustle a few feathers. Russet loved his visits, he knew, she would either yell at him or stop him at the border. But the visits were most often interesting, more so than he could say about his other strolls, although he had met a nice little hen in Wc that last time. He wondered on her shortly, then returned his thoughts back to starting something somewhere and a visit to Russet.
129, 130, 131... You just dont stop, do you little ants? I could sit here for the next week and pop your little brains and youd still keep coming. Tsk tsk, not much of a life my little clone friends. But I wont bother you further, I shall set you free to go along as you were, I have friends to visit