A LETTER FROM THE POST BOX OF THE JUNGLE.
Miss. White Tiger,
Hello my dear Ant,
How are you? I am fine and still in the same place. I am trying to find out you, but you are missing (Sorry, I don’t know where you are). I am still here (I am sitting on the bench which we were used to sit and talk when we were together).
Can you hear my sorrowful voice? Can you see my weepy eyes? I am following your foots prints, but How can I recognize your foot prints from other Ants. If you ate more food you should have the biggest foot prints. Now don’t say follow your scent. How can I follow a nasty smell of a dirty ant? I truly hate the Ants (except you, I like you because you have a big red head and you can speak English, P (a secrete language) and Antish…)
I know that when we were together we were fighting (specially for Lunch and sweets)but I didn’t mean to hurt you.At the moment I have some chocolate bars on my bag. Though I like to eat chocolate, I couldn’t eat them without our fighting. I am really missing you my dear friend.
Your loving friend
AT LEAST REPLY FOR THIS Mr,Ant.