Little Ants Adventures - страница 7

“We’re getting close!” Irra exclaimed, feeling her heartbeat quicken.

They scrambled up a slope with dirt packed so tight it didn’t crumble under their feet. Their tiny legs burned with effort as they climbed higher and higher.

Suddenly, the grass gave way entirely as the siblings reached the crest of the hill.

Both ants stopped in unison, stunned into silence.

Before them stretched the *ribbon*—the endless gray road the moths had spoken of. It was massive, far wider and longer than anything they had imagined. It cut neatly through the landscape, stretching straight to the horizon in both directions. The surface was smooth and strangely shiny in some places, pockmarked in others. Grass and trees seemed to respect its boundaries, growing only at its edges.