The Fox and The Grapes 1

Long,  long  ago.  There  lived  a  fox  who  loved  to  eat.  He  lived  close  to  a  vineyard,  and  he  used  to  stare  at  the  lovely  grapes  that  hung  there.  How  juice  they  look.  Oh,  I  am  sure  these  are  stuff  that  melts  in  the  mouth  when  you  have  them.

If  only  I  could  reach  them.  If  only  I  could  reach  them.  Fox  and  Grape  Zone.  Sunny  day.  The  fox  woke  up  and  saw  the  grapes  glistening  by  the  sunlight.

The  vineyard  looked  heavenly,  and  the  grapes  looked  so  luscious  that  the  Famished  fox  could  no  longer  control  itself.  He  jumped  to  reach  them,  but  fell  down.  He  jumped  again.  No,  they  were  much  higher.  He  jumped  even  more,  but  they  were  still  out  of  reach.

He  jumped  and  stretched  and  hopped,  but  to  no  avail.  Those  yummy  grapes  hung  higher  than  the  fox  could  reach.  No  matter  how  hard  he  tried,  the  fox  could  not  reach  the  grapes.  He  panted  and  began  to  sweat  out  of  exhaustion,  giving  up.  Finally  he  looked  up  in  contempt  and  said  as  he  walked  away,  those  grapes  surely  must  be  sour.

I  wouldn't  eat  them  even  if  they  were  served  to  me  on  a  golden  dish.  It's  easy  to  despise  what  you  cannot  have.