ThereoncewasanAntthatwasverythirsty.Itranhereandtherelookingforsomewaterbutcouldn’tfindany.Thensuddenly,whentheAntwasalmostreadytodieofthirst,alargedropofwaterfellonit.TheAntdrankthewater,whichsavedhislife.Thewaterwasactuallyatearfromayounggirlwhowascrying.TheAntlookedupandsawtheyounggirlsittinginfrontofhugepileofseeds.“Whyareyousad?“askedtheant.“Iamtheprsonerofagiant,“thegirltoldtheAnt,“Hewon’tletmegountilihavemadethreeseparateheapsofgrain,barleyandtyeoutofthishugepileofseeds,inwhichthey’reallmixedtogether.““Thatwilltakeyouamonth!”theAntsaid,lookingatthehugepileofseeds.“Iknow,“thegrilcried,“andifIhaven’tfinishedbytomorrow,thegiantwilleatmeforhissupper.”“Don’tcry!“theAntsaid,“myfriendsandI–wewillhelpyou.”Soonthousandsofantswereatwork,separatingthethreekindsofseeds.Thenextmorning,whenthegiantsawthattheworkhadbeendone,heletthegirlgo.Andthus,itwasthatoneofhertearsthatsavedherlife.ItsavedthelifeoftheAnt,too.Thanks!