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Our Daily Bread, from Bo Keely

October 2, 2006 |

It is hard to believe that it is almost October and 110 degrees in Sand Valley. Yesterday I went for a walk and had a nice tan going by noon when I felt dehydrated, dizzy and passed out under a cactus on an anthill. I awoke in ten minutes to the facts of black, big ants and was covered with bites. Perhaps it was their war for salty flesh after a long, hot summer. I leapt and danced feeling better for the fresh perspective.

I returned today to the anthill with a slice of whole-grain bread and put it on the ground, pouring on water. It covered with a fury of black. I lay beside watching it turn to toast in ten minutes. When there were no more ants to see I raised the slice to find a hundred clinging to the moist underside. I walked away without a bite and reflected on the moral of the story.

Turn the other cheek one time and have more friends with fewer enemies.


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