Feathers VII

A new ant hill has formed in your yard, and as you start to wash it away, a piece of parchment appears. It isn’t drenched the way normal parchment should be considering it’s been doused with water. You hesitate to pick it up, because it’s surrounded by fire ants. The ants all pile onto the parchment, you assume it’s to save them from drowning. They start to form letters. “F..E..A..”. You already know what’s going on. You grab a bucket, and toss in feathers. The bucket poofs away, and some bugs take its place.