The Ant is unwittingly exposed.
And the librarians are aware this is going on?
Very little adds more zest to an overtime-extended workday than absently flipping through one's compendium only to find that half the pages are naked tale-mates, especially when one is unaware of this disturbing trend, and therefore doesn't know to close it before coworkers catch glimpses first. And the woman, too. I am sure they'll forget that NEVER
Suffice it to say I'll be off compendiums until the narcissistic "mine/yours" showing has ceased.