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Little Miff looked around - everything was clear but slurred. Where were her friends, her companions?
She belonged in a group. Now she was trying to become part of her formation again and she couldn't - there was something blocking her way!!
It's not fair - she didn't want to be stuck on her own like this. It wasn't meant to be like this. Just because she's the youngest ant in the group, it doesn't mean they should leave her like this!!
She started to bang her head against some cold, hard thing that would not give way. Her antennae were getting crushed and sore in the process. Her legs were worn from scurrying against the same surface again and again.
She heard a voice from behind.
"Miff - you idiot. Get out of there and join the group. We have to get going."
"I can't, I'm stuck"
"Don't be so stupid. You've run into a glass jar on it's side. Just turn around and run out."
She looked behind and realized the rest of the gang were looking at her. They watched her as she sheepishly tottered out of the jar and left her horrific solitude.