The sun was oppressive on his back and and his arms ached beneath the weight of the precious load which he carried. He had been walking since the rise of the enormous sun and even in the tall cover of the foliage, the oppressive heat bared down on his neck and shoulders .
He had lost sight of the comrade travelling before him but, no matter, he knew the way back to his family and trusted those behind would be sure of their way. A moment to rest perhaps, and seek some water which had pooled in the shade by the path. A long cooling drink which refreshed his whole body through, never once risking his precious cargo, he held it above his head as he drank.
Behind he heard the shuffle of feet, his comrade was catching up. He waited until his comrade emerged around the corner heavy laden with his own cargo and indicated to the cool water collected in the small pocket of shade before continuing on his way.
As cloud cover provided some relief from the burning sun, he continued home hauling his treasure aloft and picking up the pace. His surroundings became familiar and he could hear and feel his family and home nearby. The busy noise buzzing all around him indicating some from his party had already returned home. The queen would be pleased with todays efforts.
A single ant carrying a portion of over ripe berry returned, ever loyal to his colony.