A colorful caterpillar wriggled its chubby body along a slender, dried twig, quickly reaching the end of the branch. Not far behind it, a dozen red ants were lined up neatly, marching in sync, slowly closing in on the caterpillar.
It was as though one could hear the clanging footsteps of the ants and their synchronized chants.
With no path ahead and pursuers behind, the caterpillar lifted its front half, desperately turning its small head around, but aside from the slightly whining wind, it received no other information.
Click-click-click.
The steps of the ants drew even closer, and the caterpillar, no longer harboring any hope of luck, curled its head under, tucking its entire body into a ball, then slackened its grip and plummeted straight from the slender twig to the ground. A string of red ants was left behind, poking their heads downwards, their antennas flailing wildly.
"Sigh."