A ladybug was eating an aphid on a leaf of grass. The aphid complains while crying. "Why do you eat me?" But the ladybug doesn't reply. (I used to eat this from the head, not the ass.) She is thinking about that. On the other side of the leaves of the grass, a woman of moth was knitting. It has a beautiful butterfly wing woven into it. She is really dexterous. "I'm going to put on my daughter. For a ball." Unfortunately I could not see her daughter. The ground shined under the leaves of the grass. A row of ants are carrying gold dust. It is said that such a thing is called a gold vein. Is it the queen ant's desire?
