Ayup. I read that article too, and the amusing thing was that they kept dragging the ant out to dispose of him repeatedly, and of course he kept coming back in, only to get dragged out to the trash heap over and over again.
Man: Here’s one-
Cart-master: Ninepence.
Old Man: (feebly) I’m not dead!
Cart-master: (suprised) What?
Man: Nothing! Here’s your ninepence…
Old Man: I’m not dead!
Cart-master: 'Ere! 'E says 'e’s not dead!
Man: Yes he is.
Old Man: I’m not!
Cart-master: 'E isn’t?
Man: Well… he will be soon-- he’s very ill…
Old Man: I’m getting better!
Man: No you’re not, you’ll be stone dead in a moment.
Cart-master: I can’t take 'im like that! It’s against regulations!
Old Man: I don’t want to go on the cart…
Man: Oh, don’t be such a baby.
Cart-master: I can’t take 'im…
Old Man: I feel fine!
Man: Well, do us a favor…
Cart-master: I can’t!
Man: Can you hang around a couple of minutes? He won’t be long…
Cart-master: No, gotta get to Robinson’s, they lost nine today.
Man: Well, when’s your next round?
Cart-master: Thursday.
Old Man: I think I’ll go for a walk…
Man: You’re not fooling anyone, you know–
(to Cart-master) Look, isn’t there something you can do…?