Glasses

I couldn’t find my glasses and went to bed

uneasy that I had left them in the cafe. It

seemed likely that I would spend at least

some of the next day, unable to read. In the

morning I discovered that I had left them out

on the table where I had sat reading the paper.

Several ants had climbed over them in the

night and when one hurried across the right

hand lens it caught the attention of the others

who thought it had suddenly grown and they

were surprised if not slightly scared. A fox

wandering past was just as surprised and

licked it off the glass but was then disappointed

that it turned out to be standard size.