OnebrightdayinlateautumnafamilyofAntswerebustlingaboutinthewarmsunshine,dryingoutthegraintheyhadstoredupduringthesummer, whenastarvingGrasshopper,hisfiddleunderhisarm,cameupandhumblybeggedforabitetoeat. "What!"criedtheAntsinsurprise,"haven'tyoustoredanythingawayforthewinter?Whatintheworldwereyoudoingalllastsummer?" "Ididn'thavetimetostoreupanyfood,"whinedtheGrasshopper; "IwassobusymakingmusicthatbeforeIknewitthesummerwasgone." TheAntsshruggedtheirshouldersindisgust. "Makingmusic,wereyou?"theycried. AndtheyturnedtheirbacksontheGrasshopperandwentonwiththeirwork. There'satimeforworkandatimeforplay.