"Why should we think of the winter?" they said to one another. "Our
neighbors who are gathering food so busily will probably have a large
enough store for two tribes. They will feed us."
And that is just what happened. When the snow flew, and the lazy
pygmies were almost at the point of starving, their kind little
neighbors brought them pots of wild honey on which they feasted and
grew fat.
Then another summer came. Like all industrious folk, the working
pygmies planned to accomplish more that season than they had the year
before.
"If we move, so as to live nearer the wild flowers, we can gather more
honey," they said. And the whole tribe of industrious little people
went to another field where wild roses and lilies, dripping with
nectar, grew.
At first the lazy pygmies did not even miss their kind little
neighbors. They danced, and sang, and played again through all the
long, bright summer days. When it grew cold, and they had to hide
themselves to escape the frost and had no food, they said,
"What does it matter? Our friends will come back to us soon with
supplies for the winter."
It was too long a journey, though, for the little workers to take
through the snow. The days grew more and more cold, and storms swept
the earth.
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