The grasshopper hated winter. She could feel it approaching, with its gusts of cold air that left her continuously shivering, and knew there was nothing she could do about it.The few insects she'd encountered and sometimes dared to ask for help would always say: "Yes, but it's your fault; grasshoppers aren't meant to survive winter! You shouldn't be here! That's why you're cold. Go somewhere else and come back in the spring!"This sounded like a fine plan to her, except that going somewhere else was easier said than done. She wasn't a migratory bird, nor was she a hibernating bear! And there wa