THE ANTS were spending a fine winter’s day drying grain collected in the summertime. —
A Grasshopper, perishing with famine, passed by and earnestly begged for a little food. —
The Ants inquired of him, “Why did you not treasure up food during the summer? —
’ He replied, “I had not leisure enough. —
I passed the days in singing. —
” They then said in derision: —
“If you were foolish enough to sing all the summer, you must dance supperless to bed in the winter.”