The soft breast is conquered and ants play king of the nipple, knocking each other off and quarreling amongst each other for the honor of a taste of protein enriched milk. After drinking of the milk, the worker ants return to their hive and weave a cocoon that when smoked gives LSD like dreams. Addicts take their mothers and wives to anthill and pour a trail of honey to their chest. The monkeys laugh at our folly then through coconuts at each other. A young baboon moons a grandmotherly lady at the zoo and she passes out. A small child rifles through her purse and steals her bubble gum. Upon waking up, she carries on a polite conversation with the pool of blood forming from the fissure in her head. "My how you've grown." The cataclysm meows and scratches and institutional dogma. A young man looks up sorrowfully and whispers that Dorothy's Tin Man had it easy.