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._