In the middle of a deep forest there is a small mound of needles, small twigs and dirt. And if you look closely, it looks like the whole pile is moving. It’s an anthill. All around and on that little hill, you’ll see tiny, hard-working ants, always marching somewhere. Ants are like one big family. They help each other, they work together and they do everything together. But it wasn’t always like that in this anthill.
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