The ant and the mosquito


           

The ant and the mosquito.
writed by Mateus Granada Ribeiro
In one anthill not very far from here in the summer the ants were working very fast.
Gracie, one of the ants crossed the garden every day and she paid attention to one mosquito who wasn`t working as hard as she and the other ants. One day the curious ant decided to ask him whay he wasn`t working.
- Hi mosquito, waht`s your name? Why aren`t you working? And he answered:
- Hi my name is Wario, I don`t need to spend a lot of my time working. Don`t you see? We are in the summer and it is very essay to find a place t sleep and blood to drink. Look at the girls and boy humans in the pool.
Gracie asked another question:
- But the summer wil not last all the year, don`t you think you can have prolems in the future if you don`t work?
Wario answered again:
- Don`t worry, the future is in the future. Life is a party.
Along the months every day Gracie crossed the garden and she looked at the mosquito who was very happy doing nothing, just thinking and dreaming for himself.
The autumm finished, the winter arrived and the days got cold. All the animals had gone to their homes. The bears went to their caves, the bees to the beehives, the humans put a lot of clothes on and the mosquito was alone, without a home or food to survive the strongest winter.
The mosquito Wario coldn`t find any animal or person to bit just a little dropf blood. Then he found the ant Gracie just taking a little walk to refresh her mind.
- Hi Gracie, said Wario.
- Hi Wario, how are you?
- You were right Gracie, I should have worked in the summer and in the autumm. Right now I don`t have any drop of blood to drink. Do you have any drops please?
- Sorry, i can`t. Said Gracie, the ants don`t drink blood, you should try to find in another place.
At night Wario tried to go inside the human´s houses to try to drink some blood. He went to one of the bedrooms of the home and waited for something to happen.
Some time later a boy appeared and Wario didn`t think twice, he tried to bitt the boy, but to his bad luck, the boy had some insect spray in his hands and in a matter of seconds the boy killed the mosquito.
The lesson of this history is: you must think and worry about the plans in your future and you must not be lazy.

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