The fat capitalist had its face pinched with mounting woes. It thought it could knock at the door of the ants and get help. So it waded through thick snow even as army of ants from abroad were converging there. Those ants hit by natural calamities knew the ants in so and so county were unaffected. To the incessant knockings of the grasshopper a door opened. The ant asked why had it come to them. The grasshopper narrated its difficulties.
The ant said it could not spare anything. ‘We are expecting great many mouths to feed.’ The ant said that the ants from all the affected counties were approaching them for help.
‘Workers of the world, unite! so says the Book,’ said the ant,’So our surplus should go to feed them. And not you.’
‘Why not me?’ asked the grasshopper,’ We belong to the same county. Where is your patriotism?’ The ant knew the grasshopper in spreading its wealth around and investing abroad to escape tax at home was merely fooling itself. ‘My patriotism is right where it belongs and it isn’t something we need to concern right now.’
The grasshopper turned away sadly but not wiser by its experience.
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The grasshopper burst out laughing. It saw how the ants sweated. ‘There is no winter coming .You are storing for nothing’.The grasshopper said with a smirk,’ Global warming is a sure fact.’ The grasshopper had all the latest figures. It somersaulted and made fun of the rest. It flung at the ants,’You foot-soldiers toil to no purpose. Work your butts off so much it affects even that ant-size brain!’ The ant asked,’ Don’t you work as a matter of duty to other workers?’ ‘Why should I?’ ‘ I have my wealth spread around so I can cut a figure.’ It checked its pocketbook and said, ‘every minute some where around the world I am accumulating interest on my investments’. Ants by then had worked for the season and they filed into their hideout so they might pass the winter.
As the grasshopper predicted flash-floods occurred, but elsewhere around the world. Mount Merapi in Indonesia erupted but it went past the ants who were well hidden from its ash flow. It so happened the grasshopper received reports how its assets in South America were wiped out by a Junta that was for nationalizing the foreign companies. The law recently passed at home made outsourcing impossible and its industrial plants were brought to standstill owing to calamities abroad. The flow of raw materials dried up and machinery on lease became idle. The banks began to slap penal interest for defaulting. In the face of mounting difficulties the grasshopper felt like Job of old.( to be concluded.)
One summer day an ant was struggling to haul a fat juicy grain into its community store. A grasshopper who came that way saw the ant and watched it with interest. There was a file of ants engaged in the same task. The grasshopper felt genuinely concerned and after the ant had notched up its thousandth grain it approached the ant.’Mr. Ant?’ it asked,’you shall never live long enough to eat thousand grains.’
‘The times are uncertain. The mildew, rot and not to mention flash-floods, a volcanic eruption, or typhoon are all facts of life.’
‘So? ‘ the ant could not figure it out. ‘Am I not supposed to do what my forefathers were content to do all their lives?”
The grasshopper explained that the times had changed. ‘Just because your pop stored grains for the winter isn’t guarantee you will live to enjoy fruits of labor.’
‘I set an example with my work. Don’t I?’
‘What good is an example if there isn’t any to benefit?’
‘My brood of antlets?’
The grasshopper laughed and said,’Do you think they will survive a flash-flood head on?
The ant said, ‘So your conclusion?”
The grasshopper replied,’Work is a four letter word.’
The ant nodded and said,’Duty is also a four letter word. It doesn’t sound bad to me.’ (Con’d)