Ronald pondered sporadically. The tree on which his house was built swayed in the warm breeze, and the koala underneath noisily lapped up the remains of Ronald's breakfast. When the tree creaked loudly, Ronald's pondering was interrupted by panic.
He had a lot of brilliant ideas, but none of them took shape. They were all rendered grotesque when they reached the ends of his fingers. Faced with his own prose, Ronald was disgusted. Faced with a 4 foot tall ant, he was terrified.
The ant moseyed around the tiny house, feeling its way carefully around the furnishings, searching for whatever an ant may lust.
Of course, the natural reaction of a human to an ant is less than cordial, but in this case, not knowing the capability of an ant of extraordinarily large size, Ronald considered politeness the best course of action. He could use the time to evaluate any weakness, his own odds of survival, and whether this monster had friends. Who knows? maybe the ant was friendly.
Koalas don't normally shower in hot coffee, and neither do they consume it. This koala was slightly unusual in that regard, and also in the regard that he wore pants and drove a golf cart.
Maybe the ant knew the koala, maybe it hitched a ride on the koala's cart. Or maybe it was a some sort of other-worldly ant from another dimension, here to steal all of Ronald's playing cards.
Ronald worked up enough courage to manage a muted "How do you do?", which appeared to have some effect, as the ant paused its aimless meandering for a moment.
"How do you do?" creaked the ant.
