The story of the ants and the grasshopper should be lodged in our memories because it was written by aesop. But we don't emerit. Why? Because we love the grasshopper, and aesop just throws him to the ants. Think of the three little pigs. There's a chaste scene, some trash talking, not by the hair of my chinny chin chin. No fewer than three home invasions and a brilliant plot twist with the vat of boiling water at the bottom of the chimney.