Dear Mr. Ant,
I like you. I don't mind that you and your friends crawl inside my empty cup that was once filled with honey water while I sleep for the night. I don't mind when you eat the boogers off the rag I have been blowing into all day long while I sleep. Most of the time you can even scurry around me while I sleep. That doesn't bother me to badly, if at all.
I do my best not to trample the path you are so reluctant to leave; I do my best not to step on you when I am consciously aware of your presents. I try not to kill you or the others you are with; usually a fast blow with my breath keeps you alive and well as you fly through the air to the ground. I think we have a decent relationship.
But, it is a different story when I am in horse stance. I don't mind that you think I am a tree. Rarely do I feel you as you crawl up and around my feet and legs, venturing from here to there while my eyes are closed and my mind is in every other place but the tree 馃槈. No, that is not an issue between us.
The issue I am having is when I am suddenly pulled out of wherever I happen to be to find that you are attacking my Life Giving Unit!; it really hurts when I smack myself in the area you are so amped to take hold of. And then you don't usually end up in a position that keeps you walking with all your little friends. ...
If we could work something out that would bennifit us both, that would be much appreciated.
Thanks for your time,
T
p.s. Please tell the fly there is nothing to be gained by tickling me where the sun don't shine. While it doesn't hurt, it is still very hard to concentrate. Thanks again!
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