The Cicada, having sang all summer was greatly running out of food, when the north wind arrived. Not one little piece of fly or worm. She went begging at the ant her neighbour, asking to borrow from her some extra food to survive at least until the new season. “I will pay you,” she said, before the winter, animal faith, interest and principal. Ants are not lenders, this is one of their bad sides, this is not my concerns or my problems said the ant. “What did you do during the hot weather? She said to this borrower. – Night and day I was singing, if you please. – You sang? I’m glad. Well! Now dance said the ant.

Who of us does not remember by heart this famous fable by Jean de la LAFONTAINE.

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Source by rodolphe cote