If there was one way in which Juan Hormiga was second to none, it was his way of taking a nap. Well, I should say naps, for he took six or seven every day. And that's just if it was a normal day. But if it was raining, or even if the sky was simply cloudy, then the thing really turned serious and he could take as many as ten naps in a single afternoon. In this way, he'd earned a certain fame for laziness around the anthill, yet the other ants didn't mind too much, for Juan Hormiga had one other ability: he knew by heart each and every one of his grandfather's adventures from the days of his youth. Excerpted from Juan Hormiga by Gustavo Roldan All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
