Oh, that should read Judging day!
Wilson set out his tiny stage early yesterday and prepared his winners enclosure (a tiny OXO tin to be sent to Simon Cowell) and runners-up enclosure (a gigantic biscuit tin for the ants he'd eat later) and prepared to judge the acts.
The ants turned up in huge numbers, and the first act was a weightlifter.
His performance went on for ages (much flexing of muscles, very little actual lifting).
When it finally finished Wilson shouted 'Next!'
But nothing happened. Looking around he saw that all the hordes of ants had broken into the jar of flavoured sugar, the Grand Prize, and eaten it all!
'That is so typical of ants' W grumbled. 'Untrustworthy… cheating… stealing… That so-called weightlifter was just a decoy! And he was rubbish!'
'Perhaps they'd heard you were going to eat the runners-up?' I mused, but he remained very, very cross.
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