Dad and I play outside every afternoon.
Sometimes I get bitten by green ants. Ow! They pack a punch, but a kiss and some stingoes usually does the trick.
Most times I have the not-so-bitey ants crawl on me. And even though they don't do much biting, I still don't like them much.
Today I sat down right near their nest and then complained when they crawled all over me.
Dad came and explained that when you sit on their house there's a good chance they'll run around. He suggested I start running around too.
I did.
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