Once upon a time, in a field, there lived an ant and a grasshopper. The ant worked hard all summer, storing food for the winter. She would carry grains of wheat and corn to her nest every day.
The grasshopper, on the other hand, loved to sing and dance all day long. He would play his fiddle and hop around in the sunshine. He never thought about the future, and never saved any food for the winter.
When the winter came, it was very cold, and there was no food to be found. The ant stayed warm and well-fed in her cozy nest, while the grasshopper had nothing to eat and nowhere to go.
The grasshopper realized his mistake and felt very sorry for himself. He went to the ant's nest and begged for some food. The ant replied, "Why did you not work hard like me and save some food for the winter? Now you must suffer the consequences of your laziness."
And with that, the ant went back into her nest, leaving the grasshopper alone in the cold, hungry and regretful of his actions.
On a warm summer day, in a big, grassy field, a little ant was busy working. She carried heavy grains of wheat and corn back to her home, step by tiny step. She knew that when winter came, food would be hard to find.
Nearby, a grasshopper was having the time of his life. He sang cheerful songs, danced in the sunshine, and played his violin. He didn’t have a single worry.
“Ant, why are you working so hard?” the grasshopper asked, strumming his violin. “The sun is shining, and there’s plenty of food everywhere! Come sing with me!”
The ant wiped her forehead and shook her head. “I’m storing food for winter. When the cold comes, there won’t be anything left to eat.”
The grasshopper laughed. “Winter is far away! Let’s enjoy today!” He leaped into the air and played another tune.
Day after day, the ant worked, while the grasshopper danced, sang, and played.
Then, winter arrived. The sun disappeared behind gray clouds, and snow covered the fields. The grasshopper shivered in the cold. His stomach rumbled, but there was no food to be found.
Desperate, he knocked on the ant’s door. “Ant, please help me,” he begged. “I have nothing to eat. Could you share some food?”
The ant peeked out from her warm, cozy home, filled with food she had worked so hard to gather. She sighed. “Grasshopper, you played all summer while I worked. Now winter is here, and there isn’t enough for both of us.”
She gently closed the door, leaving the grasshopper out in the cold.
As the snow fell around him, the grasshopper hugged his empty belly and wished he had listened to the ant.
There is an ant and a grasshopper. They live in a big field. The ant works very hard. She finds food every day. She takes the food to her home. She is busy all the time.
The grasshopper likes to have fun. He sings and dances. He plays his violin. He does not worry about the future. He does not save any food.
Winter comes. It is very cold. There is no food. The ant is warm. She has a lot of food. But the grasshopper is cold and hungry. He has no place to stay warm.
The grasshopper goes to the ant's home. He asks for food.
"Can I have some food?" the grasshopper asks.
"Why did you not collect food in the summer?" the ant asks. "Now you have no food."
The ant goes back inside. The grasshopper is sad. He is sorry he did not work hard in the summer.
On a warm summer day, in a big, grassy field, a little ant was busy working. She carried heavy grains of wheat and corn back to her home, step by tiny step. She knew that when winter came, food would be hard to find.
Nearby, a grasshopper was having the time of his life. He sang cheerful songs, danced in the sunshine, and played his violin. He didn’t have a single worry.
“Ant, why are you working so hard?” the grasshopper asked, strumming his violin. “The sun is shining, and there’s plenty of food everywhere! Come sing with me!”
The ant wiped her forehead and shook her head. “I’m storing food for winter. When the cold comes, there won’t be anything left to eat.”
The grasshopper laughed. “Winter is far away! Let’s enjoy today!” He leaped into the air and played another tune.
Day after day, the ant worked, while the grasshopper danced, sang, and played.
Then, winter arrived. The sun disappeared behind gray clouds, and snow covered the fields. The grasshopper shivered in the cold. His stomach rumbled, but there was no food to be found.
Desperate, he knocked on the ant’s door. “Ant, please help me,” he begged. “I have nothing to eat. Could you share some food?”
The ant peeked out from her warm, cozy home, filled with food she had worked so hard to gather. She sighed. “Grasshopper, you played all summer while I worked. Now winter is here, and there isn’t enough for both of us.”
She gently closed the door, leaving the grasshopper out in the cold.
As the snow fell around him, the grasshopper hugged his empty belly and wished he had listened to the ant.
Once upon a groovy time, in the most happening of fields, there lived an ant and a grasshopper. The ant was the diligent sort, always wearing imaginary teeny-tiny spectacles. Every day, she'd lug around grains, puffing and huffing.
"Why are you always working?" the grasshopper asked one day, tuning his fiddle. "You should chillax a bit! You're missing all the good summer jams!"
With a dramatic wipe of her brow, the ant said, "Someone's got to think about winter, mate! Besides, have you ever tried storing food with these small arms? It’s like trying to do a push-up in treacle!"
The grasshopper chuckled, doing a little jig. "Winter shminter! Live in the now!" And with a dramatic twirl, he'd start fiddling away, looking every bit like he was auditioning for "Field's Got Talent".
When the skies turned grey, and the first snowflake danced its way down, the grasshopper had an "Oh, crumpets!" moment. His stomach rumbled, echoing his regret. "Maybe I should've thought of a winter playlist...and food."
Cold and famished, he knocked on the ant's door, playing a soft tune as if to butter her up. The door opened to reveal the ant, sipping on warm cocoa.
"You wouldn’t happen to have some extra grains and maybe... cocoa?” the grasshopper asked, hopeful.
The ant raised an eyebrow, "Remember when you told me to chillax? Well, I did... with a side of planning."
He lowered his fiddle, sheepishly. "Alright, alright, point taken. Should've balanced my dance moves with some future moves."
She handed him a small bag of food. "Next time, maybe add 'prepping for winter' to your jam sessions, yeah?"
And as he munched on, he realized that while it's great to have fun, it's also pretty darn smart to plan ahead. After all, winter gigs need their own preparations!
In a sunny field where tall grasses sway,
Lived an ant and a grasshopper, who loved to play.
Ant was busy, oh so neat,
Storing wheat and corn in the summer's heat.
With a fiddle in hand, Grasshopper hopped around,
He'd sing and he'd dance on the soft ground.
He never worried 'bout the cold winter's night,
He was happy in the sun, in the warm golden light.
But the ant knew the winter would soon be near,
So she toiled and she labored without any fear.
Grains she'd gather, every day anew,
A wise little ant, she knew just what to do.
When the chill winds began, and snow filled the air,
Ant was snug in her nest, with plenty to spare.
But Grasshopper shivered, he had nowhere to go,
No food to eat, in the cold and the snow.
"Please help me, dear Ant," Grasshopper cried,
"I'm hungry and cold, and I've nowhere to hide!"
"Why did you not plan?" Ant asked with a sigh,
"You danced all summer, while time flew by."
"I've worked so hard, so my pantry's not bare,
You must learn, dear friend, that life isn't always fair.
Think ahead next time, and you'll be just fine,
But now, I must leave you; this food is all mine."
And so, Ant returned to her warm little nest,
Leaving Grasshopper alone, to learn from this test.
He'd remember the lesson, so simple, so old,
To plan for the future, and not just be bold.
Small, hard seeds people and animals eat.
Feeling or showing happiness and joy.
Playing a musical instrument by brushing strings.
Cleaned or removed something by rubbing.
Keeping things safe for later use.
Went away and could not be seen.
Shook because of cold or fear.
Made a deep, rolling sound.
Feeling hopeless and needing help badly.
Warm, comfortable, and safe.
Green insect that jumps and makes sounds.
Open land with grass and no trees.
A small wooden musical instrument with strings.
Time that comes after now.
Coldest season of the year, with snow.
Needing or wanting food.
Warmest season of the year, with sunshine.
To gather or bring things together.
Feeling bad for something you did wrong.
Having a lot to do, not free.
Small, hard seeds people and animals eat.
Feeling or showing happiness and joy.
Playing a musical instrument by brushing strings.
Cleaned or removed something by rubbing.
Keeping things safe for later use.
Went away and could not be seen.
Shook because of cold or fear.
Made a deep, rolling sound.
Feeling hopeless and needing help badly.
Warm, comfortable, and safe.
Who works hard every day?
What does the grasshopper like to do?
What does the ant do with the food she finds?
What happens when winter comes?
What does the grasshopper ask the ant for in winter?
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A North Wind and a Sun compete to remove a traveler’s cloak, but the Sun wins with warmth.
A farmer teaches his quarreling sons the strength of unity using a bundle of sticks.
A lion spared a mouse's life, later, the mouse rescued the lion from a trap.
A thirsty crow cleverly drops pebbles into a pitcher, raising the water level to drink and quench its thirst.
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