The Grasshopper watched him from a comfortable clover leaf and let out a mocking laugh. "Why on earth are you working so hard on a day like this, little friend?" he chirped. "The sun is shining, the food is everywhere! Come, put down that heavy load and sing with me. Let's celebrate the summer!"
The Ant closed the door, leaving the Grasshopper to face the cold reality of his choices. The Grasshopper watched him from a comfortable clover
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. Come, put down that heavy load and sing with me
Nearby, a colony of lived a very different life. From dawn until dusk, a long line of them marched across the meadow. They weren't singing or dancing; they were hauling. One small ant in particular was struggling with a kernel of corn that was twice his size. He puffed and pushed, his tiny legs shaking under the weight. He dragged himself through the snow to the anthill