The Grasshopper and The Ant

It didn't snow much this winter. The ants are building in the floodplain. (I could tell them but they are too busy to listen or they will just say I am a crazy old grasshopper.) The ants are busy: building, storing, collecting. Meanwhile, I am hopping. I am hopping madly. It may look like I am having fun. And, I am! In my fun of hopping, sometimes a wind will take me. By fall, when the winds are at their zenith, and my hopping is honed from all the fun, there is a chance. There is a really remote chance that the wind will carry me. The wind will carry me up and over the ocean to my new home by which time the floods will have washed away the ants home.