“We’ve won but it doesn’t have to end here.” Aardvark spoke through his bullhorn. “We still have to have real change. Things can’t go back to the way they were.”
“Nuts and berries. Nuts and berries.” Aardvark dropped his spoon in disgust. “I could really go for an ant sandwich.”
Aardvark started the long march back. He had survived though no one thought he would.
Aardvark stoically persisted in leading the march though the protest had long been over.