"I've got a long way to go before reaching that buffet table at the end of the pier" thinks the black ant to himself. The orange midnight sky mocks at his apparent predicament by keeping silent, very silent. Only the whooshing sound of waves and the long journey ahead stood between the black ant and well deserved repast. Should he i) just charge like a horse that has his vision limited to the front? ii) start the journey at dawn and crawl back to his cozy den in between the wooden planks of the pier for a snooze?
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