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28. there was mixed all up with antses, and they were all just busy, just fixing and getting ready, just like we would. And when I looked, here come a beautiful bride. And the little flower girls and all, they were antses, but they were dressed just like we dress. And the minister, he joined them together. And the bride, she was so enthused with [[strikethrough]] everything [[strikethrough]] something, she was just crying and they were talking to her, petting her up. But one thing: I could not understand a word of what they were saying. They were talking, but none of their language I could understand, any of it. And where I was over on this corner comin' into the little hole down there in the log, they would stop and look at me. And I have wondered since then, was I a ant? Or did I look like some kind of a little awkward insect to them? And I couldn't have been myself because the little log was down on the ground and it was rotten. But I got up the next morning. I went to tell my husband about it. And he thought it was one of the silliest things he ever heard. Said, "Minnie, don't ever tell that to anybody else." Said, "They'll think you're crazy." I said, "Well, I sure enough drempt it." "I never heard tell of nothing like that before." So since then I found out so many do not understand. Mr Starr: That's a beautiful story. Minnie: That's right. So many people do not understand, you know. I have a very interesting life. I have more in my life than I have ever told of. Something I have set down and try to talk to my children, but they look at me strange. Quite naturally to them: I am mama. They can't see all of this thing that I am doing. They know it's something great. My baby boy, he's with me. He says,