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
thing 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
It is easy to despise what you cannot get.