(Jane skips along the path. She squishes several ants.)
Ant King: That cornbread-eating, nose-bleeding person! If I ever live to be seventy one, please shoot me.
Ant Worker: But sir, she is not seventy one, or seventy three for that matter. She is merely a child of eight. Her name is Jane. She didn't mean to kill my friends!
Ant King: By the trumpets of Heaven, you speak the truth! She is on our side!
Mischievous Sprite: Ants! I have a request for you!
Ant King: And right in the middle of my sponge bath, too!
Mischievous Sprite: (singing) I know of a girl, with hair of black curls, that's meaner the Cujo the dog. She must be apprehended, or her children descended, will bring about a deathly fog!
Ant Worker: What can we do to stop this evil?
Mischievous Sprite: Feed upon the one who has humiliated the heir to the throne!!!!
(the ants march off into the distance)
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