Diversity stories of animals

Once upon a time there where the rainbow ants.
A fairy tale, yes, to tell and listen, that’s it.
We talked about it at the Stories Circle last night, where everybody was almost drunk, but not for bad habitude or to cover up a heart torment.
Just for imitation, not to be taken as the usual moralist parties-crasher, everyone had got into the crowd, ignoring who had really started all.
As ever, the barman was the very first suspected, but it would have been too banal, like the Butler in the thrillers.
That’s an impossible road to take, in our meeting, because the reality’s ordinariness, and its interpretations, are almost as banned as the ending too soon tales.

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