Smug Ant worked hard all day long. Work, work, work, he diligently laboured, carrying objects many times his own weight. Smug Ant was permanently knackered and he never had time to pursue his hobby (still-life drawing).
Meanwhile, Feckless Grasshopper arsed about all day long having fun with grass. Despite suffering from borderline personality disorder, he managed as full and carefree an existence as was possible (for an insect with an undiagnosed psychotic complaint). But work? Never.
Soon, the day came when the cruel winds of winter blew in, and Feckless Grasshopper, who had never bothered to collect and store any food, died. However, this was because Feckless Grasshopper’s life-expectancy, like all grasshoppers, was only about thirty days. His death was not a result of any decadent lifestyle choices.
Similarly, Smug Ant had long since become Dead Ant, on account of his life expectancy being only about fifty days.
And the moral of the story is: If only Smug Ant had known, eh?