The Truth of the Cricket and the Ants

The Crickets and the Ants.

The story of the cricket and the ants was always a particular one. I, myself, have heard it since I could recall. Of course the moral always ended the same- "One should never procrastinate or it is to late blah, yada, yah, dada." Rubbish I tell you. Did anyone ever tell you what really happened? Probably not, the secret of the true tale had been shut tight for decades. Not letting put a small section squeeze out, this being the story we know today. As you already know, this tall tale always began with the cricket chirping away awaiting someone to love. Not quite. As a matter of fact it began a tad before that...

Not many of the residents in the green grass understood crickets, how they chirped and squeaked charming the one they would soon love. The busy bees never understood. Nor did the adapting ants. Of course, they were all stupid. They didn't have to chirp for love, or squeak for the one they would soon love. The bees and the ants both had a queen that spawned off spring non-stop, day and night until they died and were replaced by a new queen. But cricket love was not like that at all, it was.. "Annoying" Cricket wished there was a cricket-queen producing cricket-children non-stop so he could gather food for the winter that awaited him.

Obviously this would not happen any time soon, so until now he would have to chirp for love. Regardless of the busy bee's ignorance, there were "others" in the green grass that understood Cricket. The Flying fireflies had to light their way to a mate, and the frogs (which happened to eat crickets) had to croak loudly for their lover. So Cricket sat down and began his life cycle of chirping for his mate, he wondered if he even did find a pretty Cricket girl, he doubted he would survive the harsh winter to come. Cricket shook this from his mind and focused on chirping as loudly as he could for the ladies. It was truly annoying, sitting here rubbing his legs, waiting..And waiting. Again the memories came.
What if, he was to forget this whole "quest for love" thing, and go straight to collecting food? He thought of it more, and more striking him again and again. The idea began to mold perfectly, mating season was almost over, and he would not wait here for his death. Cricket got up and hoped slowly away from the other crickets who eyed him in disbelief. He felt sad as he hopped, for he knew that most of the females were already occupied, and most of the crickets he saw here, would probably not have enough time to gather food. He told them nothing, but continued to hop toward his favorite leaves to eat.

When he arrived, to his dismay the adaptable ants were scurrying about. Skittering and munching on leaves to take back to their colony. Cricket franticly looked about searching for just a tad of his favorite leaf. Too late, the ants had taken most of the food, leaving him with dead and dry leaves. His instincts turned on, and cricket began to worry, he would not make it through winter. Cricket straightened himself and began to speak "Dear ants, would you kindly spare some of my favorite leaves?" he waited for the ants seemed not to care, and spoke once again "ants? Please may I have some of your extra leaves?" this time an ant answered.

"No stupid cricket! You should not have been wasting your time chirping and showing off!" Cricket was dumbfounded. Showing off? How dare they, he was not showing off. He was simply following his will to survive! How could they say something...something so ignorant? He spoke again, this time with anger "For I am not showing off, ants, I was trying to get a female!" the ants ignored him. " All of you are seem too stupid to notice that crickets don't Have A Fat queen laying around making eggs." as seen as the words spilled out of his mouth, he regretted them. He was out numbered hundred to one.
Cricket looked around, hoping the ants hadn't heard him. But as he did he saw they had all stopped skittering about, and all there beady eyes, were on cricket. Cricket uttered " i did not mean it that way, I simply meant"- he was interrupted by a large ant, "Shut up! cricket." he paused "you have no right to offend us while you sat there laying about doing nothing but chirping away" this time a smaller ant spoke " leave before you will be part of out gatherings of food. Cricket stared in disbelief at all of them, but said nothing. He hoped away without another word, not wanting to anger the ants anymore. Perhaps the busy bees were more generous.

Cricket felt stupid as he hopped. He was too careless to notice that all ants have a nasty temper, he wish he could go back and approach in a different and more delicate manner. Oh well, this was behind him, and what's done is done. Still he couldn't shake off the feeling that the ants might have given him food. No, he doubted it, the ants were greedy and arrogant. They were too mindless and shallow to see what a Crickets life was like. Then he remembered, he was supposed to be hopping a lot faster, Cricket quickened his pace and set off for the maple tree were the bees buzzed. How sad cricket felt, he never thought it would come to this, pleading and begging for his own life, while is life rested on a decision of another fat queen.

A thin shrieking noise disturbed his thoughts; he looked around but saw nothing. Should I go back to chirping cricket thought? No, no he couldn't just prance around like an idiot changing his mind every time a small doubt floated through his mind. Besides, chirping wouldn't get him anywhere- again, the shrieking noise came again, what was that? It sounded as though tiny voices were screaming inside his head. This time cricket whirled around to see a large mass of small black dots speeding toward him. What was going on? Was he so famished that he was hallucinating and seeing black smoke fluttering towards him? No, this was no smoke, smoke doesn't shriek and screech likes this. No, this wasn't smoke, it was bugs, thousands of bugs, screeching and screaming for their lives. Wait, running form what? Oh dear god, what was going on? Everything was a jumble of panic and fear; bugs were being trampled and thrown into the air. The lucky ones who could fly were in the air, pushing each other for room. Before he could even think of moving he was tackled by a beetle who then tripped over cricket's legs.

"You blasted idiot!" He yelled "Why aren't you running, do you want to die?!" Now cricket was alarmed, no he did not want to die what a stupid question, but it would help to know what's going on. "Wait, Wait!" cricket grabbed onto the beetle "Tell me what's going on!" the beetle continued to run, and cricket hopped after him hoping to get an answer. "why is everyone running?!" the beetle kept running, but spoke back "from the west" he panted, and then spoke again "the rivers overflowing, you better hurry, its already pouring out!" there was a loud crack of the thunder, followed by a roar of screams, and the beetle speed off. Overflowing? Damn! Cricket was so stupid! Was he too absorbed in his thoughts to notice the clouds looming over him? Ugh, cricket was so stupid, stupid, and stupid! He left everything back at his den, and now it was all going to be washed up. Everything, his home, the small amount of food he had rationed, and all his belongings.

What did he care, all was lost, if the flood never came, he probably would have died anyway during winter. Maybe he would have been able to send his things if it weren't for the ants. The ants, cricket despised them. All of this, because of the ants. He hopped the ants would die during the flood. He glanced around, there were no ants. What the he- The ants! They were still at the colony! They must have been still stowing away the gathering to notice the storm! All of the ants would be crushed under the pressure of the incoming water, few would survive and it would be because of their arrogance and idiocy. What did he care; they had not scratched his back, so why should he scratched theirs? Cricket cursed to himself silently, he was thinking the way an ant would, with stupidly.


Well right about now...he had two decisions, he could either warn the ants, before the flood hit or he could screw the ants, and save his own hide. Save his own hide for what? Running away wouldn't help; he had no food and no place to stay. If cricket could have sat down right there, he would of, giving up hope and not care in the world. But animals aren't like that, they have the fuel, the urge to keep going forward when the going gets tough, when the sub conscious mind begins to analyze and perform things for your general need. Not even today has the top most pinnacle of modern science has been able to understand what this on-going force is. Today we call it instincts, but cricket now saw that this force would never be explained. All that was heard now was the distant thump of the running crowd, and cricket's loud breathing. He got up and set off west, toward the colony.