The Ants and the Mushroom
translated by dunhamrc
Fog descended drippingly on a bed of moss, on which a sentry ant marched back and forth in front of a forest of large verdant ferns, scanning the area with his sharp eyes from beneath the visor of his steel helmet.
From the distance came a single ant soldier in a bouncing run.
"Stop! Who goes there?"
"Messenger from the one hundred and twenty-eight regiment!"
"Where are you going?"
"Fiftieth regiment regimental headquarters."
The soldier thrust his Snider rifle in a slant at the other's breast, and examined in detail, one by one, the way his eyes shone, and the shape of his chin, and then the pattern on his sleeves, and the condition of his shoes.
"All right, you may pass."
The messenger hurriedly entered into the midst of the fern forest.
The drops of fog were getting by degrees smaller and…