As the first rays of morning light seeped into the small underground hideout, Caleb stirred from his sleep. He sat up slowly, his body unfolding from the makeshift bed of moss and leaves. With a habitual stretch that cracked the bones audibly, he rubbed his eyes, still heavy with the remnants of sleep. A yawn escaped him, and he ran his fingers through his unkempt hair, attempting to tame it somewhat but giving up midway with a chuckle.
The ant, already awake, scurried around doing its morning routine. As Caleb watched, amused, the ant meticulously cleaned its tiny space, moving small pebbles and rearranging leaf bits. It even managed to convey, through actions and scribbles in the dirt, how each task was vital for maintaining the structural integrity of their humble abode and avoiding unwanted moisture.