Morwen
Après moi, le déluge.
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OLD VERSION . . .
The ant works hard, in the withering heat, all summer long. He builds his house and stores supplies for the winter.
The grasshopper thinks that the ant is a fool. He laughs, dances and plays the summer away, preparing nothing for the coming winter.
Winter comes, the ant is safe and warm. The grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.
The moral to the story being: BE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOURSELF!
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NEW VERSION
The ants works hard all year long. The grasshopper plays in his yacht. He is a banker.
The winter comes. The grasshopper stops dicking around, and demands the ants give him all their hard-earned work.
"You better bail me out, or your whole ant-based economy will crash!" The Grasshopper has already bought off the Queen of Bees and the other insect overlords. The media flies, who cling to shit, are on his side. Buzz, buzz, they repeat the lies of the Grasshopper to the Ants.
For decades, the ants have endured the lies and abuse of the Grasshoppers, but they believe in the Insect Kingdom. They believe it is all for their own good.
Then the most outrageous Grasshopper of all names himself president. He sends the ants into wars without end, while he and all his cricket buddies get rich. This Bushhopper and his cronies at Golden Thorax have looted the anthole blind, profiting while young warrior ants die.
The ants can't take no more. They have been bilked out of their antholes, their children are put into debt slavery, the whole insect kingdom is just a transparent mafia.
Then a new grasshopper comes along, he is a Cicada cricket. Has a nice chirrupy sound. The ants fall in love with him. But there is no hope, nothing changes. He is just another cricket, his nose is growing long.
What will the ants do now?
The ant works hard, in the withering heat, all summer long. He builds his house and stores supplies for the winter.
The grasshopper thinks that the ant is a fool. He laughs, dances and plays the summer away, preparing nothing for the coming winter.
Winter comes, the ant is safe and warm. The grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.
The moral to the story being: BE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOURSELF!
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NEW VERSION
The ants works hard all year long. The grasshopper plays in his yacht. He is a banker.
The winter comes. The grasshopper stops dicking around, and demands the ants give him all their hard-earned work.
"You better bail me out, or your whole ant-based economy will crash!" The Grasshopper has already bought off the Queen of Bees and the other insect overlords. The media flies, who cling to shit, are on his side. Buzz, buzz, they repeat the lies of the Grasshopper to the Ants.
For decades, the ants have endured the lies and abuse of the Grasshoppers, but they believe in the Insect Kingdom. They believe it is all for their own good.
Then the most outrageous Grasshopper of all names himself president. He sends the ants into wars without end, while he and all his cricket buddies get rich. This Bushhopper and his cronies at Golden Thorax have looted the anthole blind, profiting while young warrior ants die.
The ants can't take no more. They have been bilked out of their antholes, their children are put into debt slavery, the whole insect kingdom is just a transparent mafia.
Then a new grasshopper comes along, he is a Cicada cricket. Has a nice chirrupy sound. The ants fall in love with him. But there is no hope, nothing changes. He is just another cricket, his nose is growing long.
What will the ants do now?
