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A weary grasshopper had come to the owl for counsel. "Oh wise one, I despair of this constant struggle. I work all day, from Spring through Fall, just to lay in enough food to barely survive the Winter. How can I get ahead?"
The owl blinked and nodded. "I see your problem, and the solution is clear. You must become a cricket."
"But why, oh wise one?"
"The cricket does not waste his time as you do. He eats what he needs, makes music when he likes, and when the cold weather comes, he crawls into a snug hole and hibernates. Become a cricket, my son, and your days will be light and joyful."
The grasshopper was ecstatic, contemplating his coming good fortune. He thanked the owl and began to hop happily away. A small doubt struck him however, and he turned back.
"Oh wise one, just one last small thing. Exactly how does one become a cricket when one starts as a grasshopper?"
The owl blinked in dismissal. "I have given you the strategy. The details are up to you."
Don't worry, we shall not tell you to become a cricket. We will become one ourselves.
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