Muravyishka-khvastunishka

A small ant climbed high on the birch. Accidentally, the wind blows the birch leaf together with the ant and carries it away. So he turns out to be far from his anthill. As the anthill closes right after sunset until the morning, the ant tries to reach it quickly, but not by its own strength, but by the forces of compassionate insects that meet it on the way and are ready to help him.