There was a wise yet strange mantis who lived very lonesomely in an orchid plat near the base of a tree. His neighbors, bless him, were a colony of carpenter ants who lived inside the base of the tree. The mantis was an outcast, he was small and couldn’t even fend for himself when he was put up against other mantises. It was hard for him to find food, in fact, even with food right at his doorstep he was wise to know not to play around with a colony of ants, especially ones with big chommpers and a reputation for getting angry. But, being wise, mantis hatched a plan. He froze, unnmoving, like a stick, right outside the openings of the colony’s empire. He observed, and watched as they worked all day into the night...until work stopped. See, in first hour of darkness the ants would stop working, and exactly a minute before nine, the last ants would arrive one by one with their catch of food for the day. The mantis knew this was his chance to strike, his chance at survival. So the mant...
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