THE ANTS were spending a fine winter's day drying grain collected in the summertime. A Gra**hopper, perishing with famine, pa**ed 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 pa**ed 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." It is thrifty to prepare today for the wants of tomorrow