The scouts were estatic: they had found food.

Words were passed around, and excitement warmed the air. Several heads turned towards me; eyes circling, their bodies readying for command.

The scouts confirmed with me once more on their marked trails and I finally picked the shortest of the four. Venturing out into open, I could see the said treasure. Huge blocks of white sugar, an abandoned toast and a forgotten spoon were the nearest to us.

I signaled to my fellows in command, and relayed out Sveah Nah; a strategy employed to maximize our food supply.

It took a while. The first battalion marched out followed by second and third. I stood aside, touching the waywards, the exciters, the losts, telling them to go back into their line. All the while, the ground beneath my legs shuddered, shook and swayed.

A door suddenly opened. A forced wind bathed us, swirling as a giant neared. His black shoes thundered, scattering the uncertain among the workers. The shoes stopped when a hollow noise broke the silence. We waited for impact, our antennas to the air-- a splash, a crack, a burst. Anything.

The giant jumped, tilted sideways and fell. The workers in his way screamed and got silent as the giant covered them. Others scurried frantically around and over the body.

The body, black, began to leak something red. The Red oozed as though directed. Human screams echoed above, swallowing our own. Their arms raised in unison.

Our food floated on Red.