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Summer goes by . Autumn goes by . Then winter comes . It is very cold . There is snow on the fields , and there is no grain . One fine winter day , the sun comes out . The ants bring their grain out of their home . It is a little wet , so they put it in the sun to dry . Then the grasshopper comes . He walks very slowly . He is thin and cold , and he is very hungry . “ Good morning , ants , ” he says in a small voice . “ Please give me a little food . Just one piece of grain . ” “ Why did you not put food away in the summer ? ” asks one ant . “ I did not have time , ” says the grasshopper . “ I spent all my days singing . ” “ Singing ? ” says the ant . “ Well , you sang all summer . So now , in winter , you must dance . And then you must go to bed with no supper . ” The ants take their grain back into their home and close the door . The grasshopper walks away alone , cold and hungry . Moral : When times are good , get ready for bad times . III . The Hare and the Tortoise One morning , a hare sees a tortoise on the road . The tortoise walks very slowly . She takes one step , then another , then another . The hare laughs at her . “ Ha , ha ! Look at your short little legs ! ” he says . “ And you are so slow ! When will you get home ? Next year ? ” The tortoise is not angry . She laughs too . “ Yes , I am slow , ” she says . “ And you are as fast as the wind . But I will beat you in a race . ” “ You ? Beat me ? ” says the hare . “ That is not possible ! ” “ Then let us have a race and see , ” says the tortoise . “ All right ! ” says the hare . The hare and the tortoise ask the fox to help them . The fox chooses the road for the race . Then he chooses the end of the race : a big old tree at the top of a hill . On the day of the race , the fox stands at the start . “ One , two , three , go ! ” he shouts . The hare runs very fast . In a moment he is far away . The tortoise goes slowly , step by step . She does not run , but she does not stop . After a while , the hare looks back . He cannot see the tortoise at all . “ She is still at the start ! ” he laughs . “ I have a lot of time . I will have a little rest here . ” He lies down in the soft grass by the road and closes his eyes . Soon he is fast asleep . The tortoise walks on . Step , step , step . She is hot and tired , but she does not stop . After a long time , she comes to the sleeping hare . She does not say a word . She goes on quietly . Step , step , step . The hare sleeps and sleeps . When he opens his eyes , the sun is low in the sky . “ Oh no ! The race ! ” he says . He jumps up and runs to the tree as fast as he can . But it is too late . The tortoise is already at the tree . She is having a little sleep in the shade after her long walk . “ Hello , hare , ” she says . “ Where were you all day ? ” The hare does not say anything . He only looks at the ground . Moral : Slow but steady wins the race .
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