“Please stop pulling me off the path. This bug is ten times our size and heavy enough,” Taoca, the tiny red ant, grumbled.
“I’m not doing anything. The ground is moving under our feet,” answered Formi. “Look up ahead!”
Taoca strained to look over the dragonfly’s body the two ants were lugging back to the colony. Zigzagging through the ancient oak forest was a long red line of fellow worker ants.
“Er-er-earth-qw-quake?” Formi stammered.
“No worse, two-legged, big-headed creatures are…..,” Taoca began.
A gnarled oak tree crashed down right in front of them.
“Run!” screamed Taoca.
Taoca and Formi raced toward a crack in a boulder. Enormous shiny blades were cutting down everything in their way. Tree trunks fell with enormous thuds, branches cracked and stones clinked. Shards flew through clouds of dust and debris. The two ants scampered into the big rock just in the nick of time.
“Oh no, help!” they cried out.
The boulder started rolling, over and over. Taoca and Formi grew dizzier and dizzier until they passed out.