One sunny day in late autumn, when golden leaves were already rolling on the ground and the cold wind announced the arrival of winter, a family of hardworking Ants was busy in front of their home beneath an oak tree. They were drying grains and seeds they had carefully collected all summer long. Each ant knew its task: one turned the grains, another sorted them, and a third made sure none were lost in the grass.

While they worked, a faint, weary sound of a violin drifted from afar. The tone was thin and sad, as if the wind itself were playing a melody of lost days. Soon a Grasshopper appeared—thin, weak, with a worn violin under his arm. His green legs trembled from the cold, and his eyes were full of pleading.

“My dear friends,” began the Grasshopper softly, “please give me a little food. I haven’t eaten in days. Winter has come faster than I expected…”

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The Ants looked at him in surprise. The oldest of them, known for his wisdom, raised an eyebrow and said,
“Didn’t you gather any food during the summer? What were you doing while we worked from dawn to dusk, carrying every grain to our storage?”

The Grasshopper looked down, ashamed.
“Ah, I didn’t have time,” he admitted shyly. “The sun was warm, the grass was whispering, and songs just flowed from my heart! I played and sang, and everyone enjoyed it. I couldn’t think about the cold when life was so beautiful.”

“Songs?” repeated one of the younger Ants in disbelief. “You sang while we worked?”

“Yes,” said the Grasshopper. “The world was so lovely! I didn’t realize how quickly everything would change.”

The oldest Ant sighed.
“It’s nice to sing,” he said, “but everything has its time. When it’s summer, you must work. When winter comes, you rest from your labor. You spent your days singing, and now you want the fruits of our effort.”

The Grasshopper tried once more.
“I know I was wrong... If you help me just this once, I promise that next summer I’ll work with you. I’ll play music in the evenings to make your work lighter.”

But the Ants were already gathering their supplies to take them inside.
“I’m sorry,” said the eldest. “You’ll learn this lesson only by facing its consequence. Winter waits for no one, Grasshopper. If you played all summer, now you must dance.”

The Ants turned away and continued their work, while the Grasshopper remained alone, watching the sun sink behind the hills. His violin trembled softly in the wind, but this time the melody was no longer joyful—it was a song of regret.

When the first snow fell, the Grasshopper found shelter under dry leaves and realized that even music has its time—but without effort and preparation, not even the most beautiful song can warm the cold nights.

A hardworking family of Ants prepares for the coming winter, carefully storing the food they collected during the summer. One chilly day, a weary Grasshopper appears, asking for help after spending the summer singing and playing music instead of preparing for the cold.