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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.
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There
are many who pretend to despise and belittle that which is
beyond their reach. |
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