The ant and the grasshopper - an updated fable
One summer’s day, a grasshopper was working in the field, gathering food for the winter. When he had filled a barrow full, he was called over by the local ant, who was lounging in the sun outside his house.
“The food will get wet and rot if you leave it outside,” the ant said. “You can store it in one of the spare rooms in my house.”
“Thank you,” the grasshopper said. “Come and eat with me first, I have lots of food and it’s sunny today.”
The ant and the grasshopper spent the summer this way and by the end of the summer the ant’s cupboards were bulging full of the corn and grain the grasshopper had collected.
When winter finally came and the snow was on the ground, the grasshopper had no food, and went to visit the ant for his share of his summer’s labours, but the door was locked and bolted.
“Please can I have some of my food?” said the grasshopper. “You’ve locked and bolted the door so I can’t get to it.”
“That’s because it’s my food now, you owe me rent for storage. I’m not giving you anything.”
“But I worked so hard all summer, and all you did was lounge around.”
“My ancestors worked hard to build this house, I have the right to profit from renting it out. If you hadn’t eaten so much avocado toast over the summer you would have been able to buy storage facilities of your own.”
So, the grasshopper was hungry all winter. He learned a very hard lesson – that this country is completely fucked.