The Little Culprit

It was just past 8 a.m., and Hazel was crouched on a small path in the front yard, her tiny backpack snug on her back.

Gideon had forgotten something and gone back to get it. She was waiting for him.

While she waited, Hazel noticed a long line of ants marching across the ground. Curious, she squatted down to watch them in silence.

A large leaf had fallen across their path. Every ant, upon reaching