The Ant sighed and shook his head. "If you were foolish enough to sing all summer," he said firmly, "then you must be prepared to dance all winter."
The Ant didn't argue. He simply tucked his head down and continued his long, arduous trek back to the anthill. Day after day, the pattern repeated. The Grasshopper grew fatter and louder with his music, while the Ants grew leaner but their storehouses grew fuller. Then, the first frost arrived. The Ant sighed and shook his head
Desperate, he remembered the Ants. He dragged himself through the snow to the anthill. Looking through a small opening, he saw a sight that made his heart ache: the Ants were warm and dry, sharing the corn and grain they had collected all summer long. Day after day, the pattern repeated
He knocked feebly on the door. "Please," he whispered as the Ant he had mocked opened the hatch. "I am starving. Could you spare just a little of your corn? I have nothing." Desperate, he remembered the Ants
It is best to prepare for the days of necessity during the days of plenty. Other Famous Fables to Explore
In this meadow lived a who felt he was the king of the world. He spent his days chirping merry songs, leaping from leaf to leaf, and napping under the cool shade of mushrooms. To him, the idea of "work" was a foreign concept—something for those who didn't know how to truly live.