It was winter season. It had rained and snowed. A cricket, which had not saved anything for his adverse days, lay starving in his home. At last he came out in search of some food to satisfy his hunger. But, to his utter dismay he could not find even a morsel offood or a blade of grass.
He was tired, wet and shivering with terrible cold. He went home of an ant. The door was opened and the cricket entered. "Yes?" said the ant. "You see." said the cricket, "I am wet and hungry. Will you lend me some food? Take the word of a gentleman that I shall return it to you."
The ant was moved with pity. "This house," said she, "is yours; but you see we ants never .lends and never borrow°. But did you not save anything in the spring?" "No, not, I" replied the cricket.
"The weather was so nice, I sang", "Oh you sang! said the ant, "Did you? Well, dance winter away!" So, in a very polite manner, the ant turned the poor cricket out.
Moral: Those who live without work must learn to live with
out food.
OR
One must save something for the rainy days.
He was tired, wet and shivering with terrible cold. He went home of an ant. The door was opened and the cricket entered. "Yes?" said the ant. "You see." said the cricket, "I am wet and hungry. Will you lend me some food? Take the word of a gentleman that I shall return it to you."
The ant was moved with pity. "This house," said she, "is yours; but you see we ants never .lends and never borrow°. But did you not save anything in the spring?" "No, not, I" replied the cricket.
"The weather was so nice, I sang", "Oh you sang! said the ant, "Did you? Well, dance winter away!" So, in a very polite manner, the ant turned the poor cricket out.
Moral: Those who live without work must learn to live with
out food.
OR
One must save something for the rainy days.
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