But Little Ant was extremely thirsty. "I will die if I don't drink some water." So, he went to look for the river. He walked past tufts of grass and over dry branches. He walked until he heard water splashing. It was the river! He could hear waves. Little Ant took a long sip of cool water. He was so happy he did not see a wave coming. Little Ant tried to grab some grass floating past him. But he was swept away by the water. "Help me someone. Help me please!" he called. "Quick, climb on," said White Dove, holding a branch in her beak. "I will stay here until I can thank the dove," decided Little Ant. "I will wait until she comes back to drink." One day as he waited, two boys came to the river. They had their slingshots. "There is a big white dove that comes here to drink," said one boy. "We will have it for supper tonight." "I cannot let the boys kill White Dove," thought Little Ant. "But I am so tiny, what can I do?" Just then White Dove flew down from the tree to drink.

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