Them fat ants

A fat ant somewhere must be having a good time, he thought, as he looked with eyes of a wet rooster at the tupperware container. He should have covered it... now there was a trail of crumbs around the container and w few ants strolling about. As if they stuck around just to rub it on his face. This was the after-dinner dessert he'd been thinking for the entire day and it was no more. A deep roaring grumble arose from deep within the bowels of his stomach. Followed by another one. He felt weak. He didn't want dinner anymore, he wanted those muffins. He took a long tired breath and shut his eyes, covering them with his palms. He needed a nap.