1. "And so," Mrs. Pidgeon said, reading the final page of the book she was holding, "because the ant had worked very hard, he and his friends had food all winter. But the grasshopper had none, and found itself dying of hunger." "Oh, no!" Keiko wailed. "I hate stories where people die!" Malcolm, who had been rolling paper into balls while he listened to the story, tossed a little paper pellet at Keiko. "It's not people," he pointed out. "It's a dumb grasshopper! It's only a grasshopper! Just a grasshopper!" "Nobody cares if a grasshopper dies!" Tyrone said. "I do," Keiko murmured sadly. She folded her arms on her desk and then laid her head down on her arms. "It's only a fable," Mrs. Pidgeon said. She held up the book. "Aesop's Fables is the title. Aesop was a man who lived a very long time ago. He was the creator of all of these fables. Tomorrow I'll read you another." "Not about anybody dying!" Keiko implored, raising her head. "No," Mrs. Pidgeon agreed. She leafed through the book. "I won't read 'The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing,' then, because I believe that one ends with the wolf eating the lamb—" "Oh, noooo!" Keiko put her head back down and groaned. "But I could read 'The Fox and the