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Heading straight west is not my thing I guess... Thin-Gloomy thought. Last time thistles and this time... red ants. How nice.
The ants were swarming around him and crawling into his clothes and his thin beard and hair. And their bites hurt. Well, I guess the only thing one can do is to walk away, he thought, and did so despite of the nasty red ants.
Getting rid of the ants was not as easy as getting out of the ant hill. They evidently didn't want to leave. Though Thin-Gloomy hated water, he did the obvious thing to get rid of the red ants. He walked to the bank of the river nearby and splashed water all over himself. The ants ended up washed away and the dwarf ended up wet and itchy. Luckily he had taken the aloe vera leaves with him, so he made a new portion of salve and spread it on the bites.
He had dealt with the ants, but he was still frustrated. It is unfair that they hurt me, Thin-Gloomy thought, forgetting the fact that he had ruined their hill by walking straight into it. Maybe I could get something from them... His eyes started to glint.
He took few sticks from the ground and stuck them to the red ant hill. It took only a little while and the sticks were covered with formic acid. "Thank you, little sirs and ladies", Thin-Gloomy said and picked the sticks.
He continued his way whistling and licking his newly achieved candy sticks.
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