Return of Ant Theory: Still on 2 Though
Tuesday, August 17th, 2010Hello, it’s Wolfgang von Greenygrey again. Hopefully, it’s a nice surprise, as you might have been expecting the Grand Council, but we don’t take it in turns here you know. It is a battle of wills of the most momentous kind. Anyway, I just popped on to bring you another of Grey’s blogs from Western Australia, and some good news. It seems as if the grey one has escaped from Latham with the help of the Animals and Eagles, and has got out of the place on a long road.
Here are its first blogs from Latham, West Australia:
Latham is Weird Off the Rails
I made good progress on the way to Latham, but never really felt like I was getting nearer: like some things you just can’t reach. I also passed some signs to Perth on the way. It was a bit of a roundabout way to get to Perth, but Latham did sound rather interesting, as Lassie’d suggested.
Reaching and Walking All Over Latham
I shapeshifted into an emu for the last part of the journey and made good progress after that. I didn’t know I’d arrived when I got there, because the Welcome sign said MAHTAL rather than LATHAM, like there was expected to be some kind of mirror effect or something. I thought it seemed kind of weird, so I quickly changed into a human.
But it seemed really nice when I got inside, with lots of people happily playing sports and doing fun things in forested parks and pristine lakes.
However, then I crossed the tracks and it didn’t seem nice at all, with lots of people surviving in the sewers and slaving in sweat shops; and this not surprisingly led to a rather depressing and hostile atmosphere. I felt more at home on this side of the tracks funnily enough. I think Green would have preferred the other.
Meeting Twentieth Century British People Used as Forced Labour
A ball fell into my path, and I kicked it back to its owners. They asked where I was from, and I said I’d just been sent over from Britain. They said that was funny, because the same had happened to them as child migrants fifty years before.
Moreover, as I hadn’t been allowed contact with Green, they never heard from their families. They had also been used as forced labour, so at least I was a little better off, being free.
They said life had improved now, and bought me lunch in a pub where we continued our chat. It was a nice atmosphere in the pub, and although I only intended to drink a schooner or two, once I had the taste I found it difficult to leave.
I awoke the next day on the edge of town.
The Wisdom of Ants is Pants when Hungover

