ONE hot summer’s day a Fox was strolling
through an orchard till he came to a bunch of Grapes just ripening on a
vine which had been trained over a lofty branch. “Just the things 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 tempting morsel, but at last had to give it up, and
walked away with his nose in the air, saying: “I am sure they are sour.”
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