I wake up in my leafy, green nest. I stretch my shaggy arms. I am the leader of my group. I walk over to a termite mound. I stick a thin but sturdy piece of hay into it. I gently pull it out. On it there are at least 40 little termites, my breakfast. Recently, I had a baby named Calvin with a female chip named Amara. Congo, my old friend, is sitting near a termite mound having no success. Over the years he's gotten a lot of muscle but not a lot of brains. Of course I didn't the end of the lion's share of strength myself, but got brains. That's why I am the leader and he's not. I trot over to him.
