There was an ant, by the name of Ann. This Ann the ant was a peculiar little ant, unlike other ants, he actually ponder about living out of the routine. Anne, would berate him for being lazy, and Andy would think of ways to tease him repeatedly. But Ann was just the ant that is different.

"Anne, " Ann asked Anne as they were carrying a small crumb they found on the floor,
"Hmm? " he grunted in response.

"Why do we carry crumbs? "
"Because we have to?" Anne swiftly replied.

"But..But.. It doesn't make sense. Why are we doing this everyday? "

"You asked too much questions, now lean over a little there, you're putting too much pressure on me. " Anne scolded him again.

Later that day, Ann found himself thinking again.
"Andy.. " he asked his playful pal.
"Yes? " He replied with a smirk as he was secretly preparing a mudball to throw at Ann.
"Why can't we live in homes like the giants? Or the birds? "
He sniggered, "Because you're not the giant or the birds. "

Before Ann could reply, Andy threw a mudball at Ann throwing him a few feets away, and Andy was there laughing away.

Ann wasn't bothered by that mudball, more bothered by the question in his head. He carried his tiny feets to the nearest puddle of water to clean himself up.
Before he did, he look at his reflection, "Ann, the ant" he said to himself.
"Ann, the ant... " he repeated again.
His eyes lingered at his reflection, at his antenna, his round head, small eyes, he turned around and glanced at his abdomen. He peeped at his tiny feets.

"Ann, the ant... " he frowned.

" I don't want to be Ann the ant. I want to be more than an ant. "

"Like what? " he heard a strange hoarse voice replying him. He turned around and it was Grandpa Earthworm.

"Like..Like.. " he stammered.
"The giants ... " he thought his eyes were shining at the mention of their names, "or the birds that soar through the skies. " he mumbled.
His tiny stomach was bubbling with glee at the thought of being someone he wasn't.

"Why? " Grandpa Earthworm asked.

Ann frowned. He don't know.
But he has always imagine himself as someone he wasn't.
Some ant that don't just travel great distance everyday to find crumbs. Some ant that don't just linger around to take care of baby ants. Some ant that does something great, apart from his small size, that even the giants or the birds would be jealous of him.
Just, some ant, not like any other ant.

"What's bad being an ant? " Grandpa Earthworm asked.
He was blind, but even Ann knows how wise he was.

Ann pouted. "Ants never get recognition. We clean the forest, we travel great distance, but when a giant see an ant, they would squish us as if we're useless pests. "

Grandpa Earthworm nodded thoughtfully.
Ann took it as a cue to continue.

"And, here we are doing what we do everyday for the past, for don't know how many cookie years since the start of Ant population... Why stick to the routine when we could be different for once. You know, "Ann grew excited, "Like creating a house that giants, birds and ants could live in. Or... A special device that finds all the food we wants. Or create some form of entertainment that will coo the crying baby ants. " Ann didn't realised how excited he has gotten. He bowed his head down in embarrassment as he faced Grandpa Earthworm.

"I like it. "
Grandpa Earthworm firmly replied, as he slithered through the mud, closer to Ann.
"I like it, " he repeated while nodding his head.

"That's some great dreams for a small ant like you. "

(I never got to finish the ending. )