Silver Creek the ants go marching one by one

she looked sad suddenly, and Casmir wasn't keen on French as it was. his father loved to speak the languages; he'd been taught them and was fluent, but he didn't like to converse in it. seemed odd to him. "what happened?" he asked, pausing to watch Spring for a moment. it was probably something horrible, he decided, for her to look that way, or maybe not. maybe she'd only gotten lost or something.

muzzle to the ground, he waited for her to respond and kept moving, looking for something, anything.