Ants were one of the many wonders of life that little Thomas Lumber was shocked to find no one noticed.
They were peculiar little creatures, smaller than his little nail but quick as if they always had a destination to go to. They built, worked, and skittered around, too busy with their own little heavy purpose of just surviving. Yet at the same time they were so insignificant, creatures that would never make a difference yet probably didn't care. Too busy with their own lives to care about anything else.
Not many people took little Thomas's ramblings seriously, but they had a tendency to worm it's way into your brain, drifting through your mind only when you were in bed at night only to be forgotten the next morning. People ended up being rather irritated by his presence the more time they spent around the young boy, so he ended up by himself quite a bit.
Not that he particularly minded, anyways. Little Thomas Lumber preferred being alone. It gave him more time to think, to theorize. He was quite smart for a little boy, in such a way that it both chilled and amused the other villagers.
There were no parents to blame for such an odd development in the boy; Thomas lived with one of the village's elderly Petunia. She was a sweet woman overall but also intimidating in a way only the elderly and wise could be. Only a fool would speak ill of her.
AND THEN LILY GOT BORED AGAIN
Siyaahi · Fri Dec 28, 2012 @ 04:49am · 1 Comments |