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.”
“IT IS EASY TO DESPISE WHAT YOU CANNOT GET.”