Big Grubs

“Yer getting sooo big,” he giggled and marveled, as the plump and glossy grub happily noshed on a handful of offered roots. Between the crispy crunching of hungry mandibles the tiny jabber of ant-speak skipped over the soil and wound its way through warm grasses and around Tickseed’s mud covered feet. Every morning he made his way out to the pastures to check on his bugs, give them a scratch or pat to jump start the sunshine, before making his way into the seedling fields to see what damage, if any, the greedy birds had brought with their constant snacking.