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THE ANT AND THE CICADA A FRIGID WINTER THREATENS BOTH INDUSTRIOUS A NTS AND SINGING CICADAS One crisp winter day, a colony of Ants was drying out the grain they had diligently gathered over the summer. A Cicada, feeling faint from hunger, approached the busy scene and humbly asked for a bite of food. What were you doing all summer, while we were toiling away? an Ant asked. œI had no time, the Cicada whined. œI was busy singing, all day and all night. But the Ants turned away with annoyance. œIf