The Fox and the Grapes

One hot summer's day a Fox was strolling through an orchard
till he came to a bunch of Grapes just ripening¹ on a vine which
had been trained over a lofty branch.  "Just the thing to quench
my thirst," quoth he.  Drawing back a few paces, he took a run and
a jump, and just missed the bunch.  Turning round again with a
One, Two, Three, he jumped up, but with no greater success.  Again
and again he tried after the tempting² morsel³, but at last had to
give it up, and walked away with his nose in the air, saying: "I
am sure they are sour."


It is easy to despise what you cannot get.