�"The ant and the grasshopper."

Here we go.

"Once upon a time there was a grasshopper and an ant."�
The boy shakes his head in obedient agreement.
�"The ant was very hardworking and the grasshopper wasn't. He liked to sing and sleep while the ant went about his tasks."�

A deep breath and a confused look and the man continues.

�"Time went by. The ant worked all summer. He saved all he could and when the winter came the grasshopper was dying of hunger and cold while the ant had everything."

That ant is a real bastard!

"The grasshopper knocked at the ant's door, and the ant said to him 'Grasshopper, if you had worked as I did you wouldn't be hungry and cold now.'"

And he didn't open the door!�

He closes the book in a fury.

�Who wrote this?
Because this isn't how it is!�

As he shuffles through the pages of the children's book.

�That ant is a shit and a speculator, and it doesn't say why some are born grasshoppers. Because if you are, you're fucked. And it doesn't say that here.�

The boy falls alseep with his bed time story in mind.