last summer happy for the cricket that you enjoyed the sun on the leaves of the trees and sang, sang, sang. It was cold and improvident grasshopper, found himself without shelter and without food.
He remembered that the ant had accumulated throughout the summer feature in its warm little house under the ground. He went to knock on the door of the ant.
The ant came to the door holding an old oil lamp.
- What do you want? - Asked by air in disgust.
- I'm cold, I'm hungry ... .- stammered the cicada. Behind her you could see the snow-covered countryside. The hat and the cicada the violin was full of snow.
- Really? - Muttered the ant - I have worked all summer to collect food for the winter. You what you did in those sunny days?
- I sang!
- You sang? - Well ... now dance!
The ant closed the door and returned to the warmth of his house, while the cicada, and the violin with his hat covered with snow, she walked away, low-wing, in the countryside.
Jean de La Fontaine
He remembered that the ant had accumulated throughout the summer feature in its warm little house under the ground. He went to knock on the door of the ant.
The ant came to the door holding an old oil lamp.
- What do you want? - Asked by air in disgust.
- I'm cold, I'm hungry ... .- stammered the cicada. Behind her you could see the snow-covered countryside. The hat and the cicada the violin was full of snow.
- Really? - Muttered the ant - I have worked all summer to collect food for the winter. You what you did in those sunny days?
- I sang!
- You sang? - Well ... now dance!
The ant closed the door and returned to the warmth of his house, while the cicada, and the violin with his hat covered with snow, she walked away, low-wing, in the countryside.
Jean de La Fontaine
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