Ants in the Plants
The lawn which had started out flat and sloping had grown mysterious little humps. Early Sunday morning, Granny Mary, gone seventy, and frail, went to look at the garden to see what needed doing before the gardener arrived, but she nearly fell over and twisted her ankle. To cheer herself up, she played Always look on the bright side of life. Not being too good at technology, she played the same song over and over. She turned off the music to listen for the gardener's knock at the front door. She tried not to complain to the gardener, Alf, who arrived at ten past nine. She began warmly. "Glad to see you. It's the end of the month. You missed three Sundays in a row. Are you well?" "Yes. Just busy. I'll start by mowing the lawn." "That's good," she replied. He turned to go. "What are the lumps?" she called. "Will the mower flatten them?" He could not hear, because of the sound of the mower. He spent the entire three ...