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?
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