Swing: [swing], /swɪŋ/, verb
1. At The End of The World is an ant who is married and very sleepy. This is a place where dreams clasp onto wrists and drag everyone under. But this ant is dodging dreams. He’s wearing woolen mittens so They cannot take him yet. Before bed he must make honey because his wife is sick with a sore throat. The honey soothes the red, raw itchiness of my insides, she said, and, Can you please make some for me? Baby, it’s going to take a while, says the ant to his beautiful bride. That’s okay, love, I can wait. Back outside, looking over the rocky shoreline, he places the frames into the extractor one by one, whistling a familiar tune called Love Song. His wife can hear it from inside her bedroom, smiles, and adjusts herself in bed, falling back to sleep. Spinning quickly, honey, golden and richly perfumed, trickles out and crawls down the valve and on past a strainer into a bucket. The ant puts his little ant nose up to it and smells: Like a warm, fuzzy comforter, he thinks. This will make my wife’s health improve. He lifts a teacup underneath the bucket and watches the amber travel. Afterwards, he steeps tea in the cup and brings it to his little ant wife who is awakened by the aroma.
2. If you win all the marbles at recess, then you’ll need to transfer them into a pouch, preferably of leather. Once they’re in the tanned skin, they’ll bounce around, relentlessly arguing because let’s face it, marbles all have different opinions on things like life and love and marriage. You’ll need to separate the optimistic from the pessimistic, the guilty from the innocent. This time you’ll probably use all of your jean pockets, the marbles now in four separate locations, but this will not be enough. Go home, find a drawer with many dividers, and put them inside. If they’re still unhappy, causing you headaches, throw them out your window, and let the cats figure it out; they love to play with glass orbs, especially when children are at school, men are at work, and wives are busy doing the laundry.