Being an ant is no picnic

Grumbling and bumbling I labor through the chill of dawn, “early to rise makes us healthy, wealthy and wise.” Tall tales of wintry wonder march relentlessly into my lair as weathermen prophesy, “prepare the way for the coming snow!” Men will toil today with all their might, resolved to endure and put up a fight. As watches and warnings of slipping and sliding blanket the world outside, I question, “shall I stumble and tumble through the snow?” Choosing a snow day, concluding that my work can wait, I discover my bed is waiting; I now understand the grasshopper.

This is my submission to the 2013 Flash Fiction Writing Contest, Pikes Peak Branch, National League of American Pen Women, Theme: “Hidden Amongst These Worlds”, Rules: 100 word story.