The Ant and the Grasshopper, Revisited.
The winter came and the grasshopper, who spent the summer playing and singing and bounding through the grasses, starved to death at the first frost, a harsh end to his happy carefree life.
The ant, on the other hand, who had worked long and hard throughout the summer, saving up food and digging out a cozy subterranean den, spent the winter in the dark, munching carefully rationed meals, the meagre surplus of long toil. Its one hope was the return of spring.
When the last frost finally melted, the now quite elderly ant emerged into the crisp vernal air and caught a glimpse of the returning sun. Then, the ant died.