You chose to sit on the anthill.

Perhaps wanting to smother innocent creatures or perhaps looking for a comfortable mound of dirt to nap upon, you slam the back end of your bear body onto the anthill before you. You rub your bottom fuzziness into the anthill, getting tiny clumps of dirt and ant labor in your fur.

You begin to feel the tiny warriors climb through the fuzziness of your back end. It is nice feeling but also a little terrifying.

You choose to…