On a lovely summer day a grasshopper bounced around sluggishly in the grass. He was warm, blissful and very much took care of, and he was tweeting and singing to himself since life was great.
While the grasshopper was partaking in the day, an insect was conveying grains and taking to the home with extraordinary work.
On seeing the dedicated insect cruising by, the grasshopper welcomed him to go along with him and offer his good times.
The entire day in the late spring the insect would really buckle down, gathering food while the grasshopper partook in the brilliant mid year days.
The grasshopper would check out at the subterranean insect and snicker. 'For what reason accomplish you really buckle down, dear insect?' he would agree. 'Come, rest for a little while, pay attention to my melody. Summer is here, the days are long and brilliant. Why squander the daylight in labor and work?'
"I'm serving to rest up nourishment for the colder time of year," said the insect, "and prescribe you to do likewise."
"What's the point about winter?" said the Grasshopper; "We have a lot of food as of now and there is still a lot of opportunity to get ready for winter." But the insect understood what he was doing and went as he would prefer and proceeded with his work.
The entire day the subterranean insect would work, without stop or rest, rushing to and fro from the field, gathering the grains and putting away them cautiously in her larder.
Rather than working and planning for winter, the grasshopper liked to move, sing and play at his relaxation. He didn't understand that the awesome mid year days won't endure forever and soon cold and blustery days will before long be close.
Summer blurred into fall, and harvest time transformed into winter. The sun was barely seen, the days got more limited and the evenings got longer. It became freezing cold, and snow started to fall.
At the point when the virus winter came the grasshopper understood that the insect was correct and he ought to have been arranged. The grasshopper didn't want to sing any longer. He shouldn't have burned through the entirety of his time when food was ample. He was cold and hungry.
He hadn't felt that this colder time of year may be more regrettable than expected. What's more, since he hadn't put away nourishment for himself or aided any other person to make it happen, he wouldn't live to see another mid year. He had no place to shield from the snow, and ended up passing on from hunger - while it saw the insect partaking in the food put away and gathered in the late spring.
Moral: Work hard today and you can receive the rewards tomorrow.
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