There were these ants. "Are these ants dangerous?" I said to Goody my babymother. "Dangeorus:" she said. They have poisonous feet that leave a trail that cuts like a laser. If one of these ants roamed over your naked body while you slept you'd be dead - shredded to pieces." "Oh My God," I said freezing away from the creathures in terror. "Mind you" she said "sometimes they come out all peacefully wearing pink boots, then they're harmless."
