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By - Christen

The fox and the grapes

A Fox, just at the time of the vintage, stole into a vine-yard where the ripe sunny Grapes were trellised up on high in most tempting show. He made many a spring and a jump after the luscious prize, but, failing in all his attempts, he muttered as he retreated:”Well what does it matter! The Grapes are sour!”
Version Two:
One hot summer day a fox was walking through an orchard. He stopped before a bunch of grapes. They were ripe and juicy. “I’m just feeling thirsty,” he thought. So he backed up a few paces, got a running start, jumped up, but could not reach the grapes. He walked back. One, two, three, he jumped up again, but still, he missed the grapes. The fox tried again and again, but never succeeded.

At last he decided to give it up. He walked away with his nose in the air, and said, “I am sure they are sour.”
Version Three:
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.

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