"THE THREE ANTS" 
Three ants met on the nose of a man who was lying asleep in the sun.
And after they had saluted one another, each according to the custom of
his tribe, they stood there conversing. The first and said, "These hills and
plains are the most barren I have known. I have searched all day for a
grain of some sort, and there is none to be found." 

Said the second ant, "I too have found nothing, though I have visited
every nook and glade. This is, I believe, what my people call the soft,
moving land where nothing grows." 

Then the third ant raised his head and said, "My friends, we are standing
now on the nose of the Supreme Ant, the mighty and infinate Ant, whose
body is so great that we cannot see it, whose shadow is so vast that we
cannot trace it, whose voice is so loud that we cannot hear it; and He is omnipresent." 

When the third ant spoke thus the other ants looked at each other and laughed. 

At that moment the man moved and in his sleep raised his hand and
scratched his nose, and the three ants were crushed.