Javier Bardém reading La Cigarra y La Hormiga from the movie Lunes al Sol:

Once upon a time in a land far far away, there lived a cricket and an ant. The ant was industrious and hardworking, and the cricket was not; he liked to sing and sleep while the ant worked on his projects. The ant worked and worked all summer and saved whatever he could. When winter came, the cricket was freezing while the ant had it all…

That ant’s a real son of a bitch!

The cricket knocked on the ant’s door, and the ant called out from inside “Cricket, cricket, if you’d worked hard like I did, you wouldn’t be hungry or cold…” And he didn’t open the door!

Who wrote this!? Because this isn’t right: the ant is a bastard and an opportunist. What’s more, they don’t tell you why some people are born ants and others are born crickets, because if you’re born a cricket, you’re fucked, and they don’t tell you that here…