On a cold, frosty day an ant was dragging out some of the corn which he
had laid up in the summertime, to dry it .A
grasshopper, half perished
with hunger, besought the ant to give him a morsel of to preserve his
life. "What were you doing, "said the ant, "this last summer
?""Oh,"said the
grasshopper,"I was not idle .I kept singing all the
summer long ."said the ant, laughing and shutting up his granary
."Since you could sing all summer, you may dance all
winter." Winter finds out what summer lays by.