The gate was closed and locked. Knowing they had to wait until sunrise to get in, they snuck back into the forest and after some searching, found a tucked away spot between two old trees.
They took turns sleeping. One listened for Wilma while the other dozed.
In the morning, hungry and still tired, they hurried back toward the gate. Once they had past the final line of trees and walked about halfway to the city entrance, they saw Wilma, gray hands and all, striding quickly toward them.
The Empress gave off a shriek and pushed the ant queen forward. They blasted right past a spear wielding guard and found themselves immediately in the thick of the morning market crowd.
“Can she see us in here?”
They held hands to make sure they didn’t lose each other. The smells of breakfast foods of all kinds assaulted their hungry bodies.
“Hey, pancakes. Let’s stop and get pancakes.”
They walked over to a delicious smelling stall filled with smiling chefs and steaming stacks of pancakes. Josephine and Christine smiled at each other.
A voice from behind whipped out at them. “This is not the jewelry store, ladies.”
The ant queen spun around and froze. Christine grabbed her friend by the hand and yanked. “Let’s run!” But Josephine was heavy, and instead of moving, skidded slightly across the cobblestone street. The two ladies fell backwards into the pancake cart, knocking over dozens of plates of delicious food.
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