One bright day in late autumn
a family of Ants were bustling about in the warm sunshine, drying out
the grain they had stored up during the summer, when a starving
Grasshopper, his fiddle under his arm, came up and humbly begged for a
bite to eat.
"What!" cried the
Ants in surprise, "haven't you stored anything away for the winter?
What in the world were you doing all last summer?"
"I didn't have time to
store up any food," whined the Grasshopper; "I was so busy
making music that before I knew it the summer was gone."
The Ants shrugged their
shoulders in disgust.
"Making music, were
you?" they cried. "Very well; now dance!" And they turned
their backs on the Grasshopper and went on with their work.
There's a time
for work and a time for play.