The three companions began to slide along old Adam’s face, falling on his thick mustache first and then on his beard. Soaked with the slimy and dense organic cocktail, they continued their ruinous fall without being able to stop calling each other in an attempt not to get lost, all of this while they were surrounded by ants that suffered their own same fate but that seemed even more confused than them.
Right then, Jenny did not know whether she was going to survive — actually, she was almost certain that it was not going to happen. Ants could survive such a fall but they could not. Nevertheless, she was happy, in her heart she was sure they had managed to destroy the origin and the reason for the insect attacks and this gave her total serenity in facing death. Her thought, perhaps the las
