The
Unready Unprepared Grasshopper
By Jakob M. Scoll
2/13/2015
It was the spectacular, splendid, superb
month of September. All of the tough,
tireless ants were gathering food for the bitterly bone-chilling winter. The sluggish, slow, simple-minded, slothful
grasshopper never dared to demonstrated the effort or exertion to diligently work
as hard as the strong, strapping, sturdy ants did. The grasshopper refused to even do so much as
to attempt to venture. All he did was
play.
“I have plenty of time”, the grasshopper foolishly
assumed. But before he knew it, the
frosty, frigid, freezing, forbidding cold air came. He could not find a minute minuscule morsel
of food.
The grasshopper quickly leaped to one of
the ant’s miniature huts and thunderously cried, “Please, please let me in I am
starving.”
But the ant carelessly responded, “after
what you did, I won’t let you in for a hundred years. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The grasshopper loudly
screamed. “I should have listened” he sadly
muttered.
“Be prepared next time,”
wisely said the clever ants.
The End
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