The fairy tale about how the anthill found real happiness

At the edge of the forest, among the old weeping birches, an anthill lived in a large anthill. He did not differ anything special from his brothers: an ordinary ant, the same as everyone else. Like others, he worked with zeal for the benefit of an ant kingdom.
From morning to late evening, hardworking ants were busy: someone dragged grains of sand and coniferous needles for the construction of a cuctle-toe nest, someone worked as a nanny and looked after small ants, someone brought supplies to the kitchen, And someone had to clean the anthill.
Our anthill did not lag behind them, who was supposed to look for and deliver grains, different bugs and roots of plants to the warehouse of the main cook.
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