A young cricket, spent his good times (the warm, sunny months of the summer and spring seasons.) singing. But he began to complain when he found that his cupboard was empty and winter has come.
It's winter season. I cannot find even a crumb (a loaf of bread) on this snow-covered ground. I cannot neither see a flower nor a leaf on the tree. Oh! What will become of me?
At last , by starvation and famine made bold, all dripping with wet and shivering with cold, the cricket decided to meet the hardworking ants, (who were collecting the grains for winter during their good times) and beg for food and shelter.
Hello, dear ant. Open the door. Please open the door.. Please give me shelter from rain and a mouthful of grain to eat. I will repay it tomorrow. I am starving and shivering