she asked abruptly. “Not on me,” said the grasshopper. The ant drained her champagne flute, then his. “I can’t believe this is my life,” she said, staring at her claws. “I did ...

One hot summer’s day a Grasshopper sat on a blade of grass enjoying the sunshine. ‘What a fine day,’ he said. ‘The sun’s shining and I’ve got as much grass as I can eat.’ The ...