"Hurry up!"
"Hurry up!"
"Hurry up!"
"Go, team!"
"Come on!"
...
Black Cory stood on the high slope, looking down from above, vigorously shaking his tentacles. Excitement and encouragement pheromones filled the foot of the mountain.
The Worker Ants were busy in an orderly fashion: clearing shrubs, digging up roots, cutting weeds, and tilling the earth.
All the Soldier Ants were called up to help, picking up stones and carrying them to designated dump sites.
A dozen or so Blue Ants, big and small, stood by, their abdomens full of fresh water and ant honey.
"You!"
"You lot!"
"You too!"
"Eat! Rest!"
"And you!"
"You!"
"And you, over there."
"Get to work!"
Black Cory used to be a Worker Ant hauling and toiling, so he knew everyone's temperament and mindset inside out.
