</FONT><FONT SIZE=4>Hat In The Midst Of Desolation-The Ant Story

On my way home, I saw two ants getting married. There was a little ant preacher, ant friends, little ant flower girls, and a little ant who stamped their marriage license. Then they went to the anthill and played party music. I covered the anthill with my hat, and they walked out with hands raised. I moved on. I saw an ant smoking a blunt. He had little cords coming out of his ears. Than he was shot in a drive by. In this way, I departed from known science and wrote my thesis on ant culture and our influence on their habits. I called it: “The Seven Deadly Sins Run Rampant Among The Ant Population.” They laughed at me, but I brought in exhibit one, Ben. He was of the insect variety, and I had introduced him to smoking, alcohol, binge eating, television, and strange sexual habits. They locked him up in San Quentin. My text was declared heretical and fed to Ben, who died of heart failure. heretical texts are rich in cholesterol.