A Fox one day spied a beautiful bunch of
ripe grapes hanging from a vine
trained along the branches of a tree.
The grapes seemed ready to burst with juice, and the Fox's mouth watered
as he gazed longingly at them.
The bunch hung from a high branch,
and the Fox had to jump for it.
The first time he jumped
he missed it by a long way.
So he walked off a short distance and
took a running leap at it,
only to fall short once more.
Again and again he tried, but in vain.
Now he sat down
and looked at the grapes in disgust.
"What a fool I am," he said.
"Here I am wearing myself out
to get a bunch of sour grapes
that are not worth gaping for."
And off he walked very, very scornfully.
There are many who pretend to despise and belittle that which is beyond their reach.
