quote for 11-3

"One crisp autumn morning, a grasshopper was sitting at a roadside, sniffing the last rose of summer, when an ant came by carrying a kernal of corn.
'I'll let you smell this rose if you'll give me a bite of that corn,' said the grasshopper.
'What were you doing last summer while I was busy harvesting?' inquired the ant.
'Chriping and singing', said the grasshopper.
'You should have prepared yesterday for the wants of today,' said the any as he started across the road.
"And you should have stopped and smelled the roses', said the grasshopper, as a passing automobile squashed the ant and ground the corn to a fine, palatable mash which sustained the grasshopper through another day of chriping and singing."

August/Spet 2008 "IN-Fisherman"

Rick