The fun-loving Cricket neglects his Shabbat tasks while the industrious Ant does hers, but Cricket surprises her by coming to the rescue just in time to save her Shabbat celebration. Originally published in Hebrew.
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The Cricket and the Ant
A Shabbat Story
By Naomi Ben-Gur, Nancy Wellins, Shahar Kober
Kar-Ben Publishing, Inc.Copyright © 2016 Naomi Ben-Gur
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On Sunday, "La-lee-la-lo-lair," The Cricket chirped in the town square.
On Monday, "Chit-chat-chit-chat-chark," The Cricket warbled in the park.
On Tuesday, oh! How very sweet, "Tra-la, tra-la," trilled in the street
On Wednesday, "Diddle-dum, dum-dee," He Leaped and danced along the sea
On Thursday, "Yoppity-yippety-yop," He sang and played at a nearby shop
The week had been busy with singing and fun And Cricket was tired from all he had done.
So on Friday morning, he opened one eye — "Oh, it's too early," he said with a sigh. "I'll sleep a bit longer and then when I wake I'll bake for Shabbat a yum-yummy cake."
He woke a bit later ... "Just one hour more," He said in a voice turned into snore
Then he woke with a start and sprang from his bed! He stared at the clock. "Oh, where was my head? It's late afternoon. I've no time to waste. Shabbat's coming soon. I must bake with haste!"
He rushed to the pantry, then gasped, "Oh, dear me!" There was nothing — no crumb! No food he could see.
He dashed to the fridge and peeked in — but once more There was nothing inside when he opened the door. He searched all the cupboards to hunt and to check But his whole house was bare — not one nibble or speck.
The Cricket was stumped. "Now what can I do? There's no time to shop for more groceries, it's true. So how will I make my grand Shabbat cake? Could I use some fine sand, plus some drops from the lake?"
The he sniffed at the air. "Hang on — what's that smell? Something yummy is baking nearby, I can tell. Someone is making a cake while I can't. It must be may hardworking neighbor, the Ant."
So the Cricket went knocking at his neighbor's door. "Excuse me, but could I just trouble you for ... One small spoon of sugar? I'm baking, you see — At least I will bake, if there's sugar for me."
"Thank you, dear neighbor," he said, and rushed back. But then in his kitchen, "Oh no! Now I lacked ..."
"Hello gain, Ant. Im back, If I may — Can you spare me a droplet of oil today?" He bowed to the ant, the he hopped and rushed back. He entered his kitchen, "Oh no! Now I lack ..."
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