Mathilda heard murmurs whilst she was noshing her cantaloupe rind behind the rubbish bin.

In her crevice, Terri caused a chaotic cacophony when she realized the rumours were, indeed, true.

It so happened that ants had permanently migrated to the neighbourhood’s pants, which had all recently had their fiery fibers extinguished by perspiring personalities.

Unsurprisingly, with myrmecochory on pause until someone could uptake the dispersal cause, ready raccoons were first to raise their paws.

Alas and though, plants have been graping vines about possible protests regarding this novel alternative—as rumbly tumblies of the replacements are further darkening the sincerity in their eyes. ; )