The Ants and the Grasshopper
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.
The Crow and the Pitcher
In a spell of dry weather, when the Birds could
find very little to drink, a thirsty Crow found a pitcher with a little water
in it. But the pitcher was high and had a narrow neck, and no matter how he
tried, the Crow could not reach the water. The poor thing felt as if he must
die of thirst.
Then an idea came to him. Picking up some small
pebbles, he dropped them into the pitcher one by one. With each pebble the
water rose a little higher until at last it was near enough so he could drink.
In a pinch a good use of our wits may help us
out.
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