The ant and the cicada *A modern version of the story *
Once there was the ant, saver and thoughtful. She was able to look forward, calculating expenses, saving seeds and tiny pieces of whatever for the cold cold winter. I need to save, I need to have, she’d stress The cicada, shallow and shopaholic, jigging about through hot and shiny summers, wouldn’t bother with savings and other $ issues. Whatever, she’d hum, strolling back into her condo hideout, skinny arms full of nothing but joy. Then the seed crisis came. A windy, stormy, unpredictable tragedy, whose effects no one was able to imagine. The ant, who had spent years accumulating all her goods into a private storage, smartly located just a few blocks from her tiny, modest studio, rushed to collect her things back. “Sorry, we are closed. No withdraw today,” said a note on the storage’s main entrance. She didn’t lose control and went back the day after. “Sorry, we are still closed. No withdraw today. Nor tomorrow,” another note informed. The ant felt a little weird discomfort tapping at the bottom of her stomach. The fourth day, she literally ran to finally get all her thingy things back. “Sorry, we are officially closed. For good.” Continue<http://tickledbylife.com/index.php/the-ant-and-the-cicada/> http://tickledbylife.com/index.php/the-ant-and-the-cicada/ best regards *[email protected]* -- Who is Panna Lal? <http://tickledbylife.com/index.php/who-is-panna-lal/>
