The Ant and the grasshopper
Trad. Cindy Moon
During a summer long past, lived a diligent ant who worked night and day to have food for the winter, which comes repeatedly every year.
The grasshopper, for his part, sang, danced and eyeballed the pretty girls who danced while he used his beautiful voice. The grasshopper had a great time, while the ant worked till he sweated. The summer passed for the grasshopper like a fable of La Fontaine and for the ant like a necessary hell which it simply had to get through.
It got cold in December and the grasshopper realized that in his home was not to be found even one piece of grain. “Heck”, he said, “This is miserable, but oh yeah, my friend the ant certainly share some of her riches for one of my beautiful songs.”
So he went to the little house of the ant and asked for something to eat.
With a very bitter face, the ant refused to give him anything from the gigantic store of food in her house.
“I’ll sing for you, I’ll dance a beautiful dance for you!” said the grasshopper. But the ant was brutal and rude and refused to give even a piece of grain.
“But”, said the grasshopper, “That’s how life is, that someone works hard to have food and someone else sings and dances to make others happy.”
“Neither your singing nor your dancing makes me happy” grumbled the ant, seeming to stiffen.
“Those who don’t work don’t have any rights to food.”
“I hope, dear ant, that you never regret your unfriendliness, your unwillingness to be part of a team.”
And while the grasshopper was saying those words, the grimacing ant fell to the floor, dead forever from a heart attack.
The grasshopper gave a beautiful funeral in honor of the diligent ant and the whole winter he and other artists ate the food which the ant had reaped through heavy labor.
The moral: Don’t work too strenously; remember that there is a time for work and a time to dance. When life is only work, you’ll die from a heart attack and a sense of imprisonment. So, it’s better to live merrily and if there is a winter without food, maybe fate will smile on you and you’ll manage to survive it.
With a thousand apologies to Jean de La Fontaine (July 8, 1621 — April 13, 1695), who gave me a good idea to fool around with.