Uncle Z set his topper aside to dry, then read the note that Wilson had sent with the hat... before screwing it up and grinding it under one of his back tarsals.
After popping inside the hive for a moment, he returned with two slices of Wilson's favourite cakes, which he handed to the toys as a reward.
Then he raised and waggled one of his tarsal pads, admonishing them, 'This cake is for YOU BOYS, it's not for that... anteater!'
The toys nodded in silent agreement, before he added, 'You heed my words, young 'uns: if you want to grow into Happy Members of Society, you'll give that anteater a wide berth. He'll only lead you astray!'
Antony and TT made off with their slices of cake, but Uncle Zoltan called after them: 'That anteater's the reason my hat's soaking wet, isn't it? Eh? You can tell me!'
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