He knocked feebly on the door. "Please," he whispered as the Ant he had mocked opened the hatch. "I am starving. Could you spare just a little of your corn? I have nothing."
The Grasshopper just laughed harder. "Winter? Winter is months away! Why bother about it now? We have plenty of food today, and tomorrow will look after itself." He then broke into a loud, boisterous song and hopped away to find a sunnier spot. He knocked feebly on the door
In the heart of a sprawling, vibrant meadow, the summer sun hung heavy and golden. It was a time of abundance. The flowers were in full bloom, casting sweet scents into the air, and the tall grass swayed like a green ocean. casting sweet scents into the air