148 ANTS AND CHILDREN OF THE GARDEN 



CECIL. I see that some of the pits are larger than 

 others. We better look out for Horny 's older brothers, 



and maybe his mother. 



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FLORENCE. Good morning, Ant. Listen! I've got 

 something to whisper to you. I was here early this morn- 

 ing, but not one of your ants was out. It was a good 

 thing, for three horny toads lay buried on your yard wait- 

 ing for breakfast. I carried them four hundred feet away 

 and left them near another colony like yours. 



ANT. Only that far? 



FLORENCE. I wrote "Florence" on their backs so I 

 can tell if they return. They would make fine pets. They 

 looked so nice I didn't want them to starve. Here come 

 the boys. 



ANT. Say, boys, Florence found three more horned 

 toads on our yard. 



BOYS. What did you do with them? 



FLORENCE. None of your business. 



ALBERT. Well, you needn't get spunky about it, for 

 I've found out, anyway. I found them down by the side- 

 walk colony. Just like a girl ! She took them away to 

 save our colony, but left them to eat another. 



FLORENCE. How do you know they are the same 

 toads? 



ALBERT. Because ''Florence" is printed all over their 

 backs. They are eating those ants, too, for I counted forty- 

 five skulls in some pellets near the door. 



FLORENCE. I'll move them as soon as I can find a 

 place to take them. 



ALBERT. A lady that lives out on the plains told me 

 that she stakes out horned toads by the ants' nests. I 

 guess you see why. 



