One day, a Fox saw a beautiful bunch of grapes on the branches of a tree. The grape seemed ready to burst with juice. The Fox’s mouth watered as he looked at them. “Those grapes look delicious,” he said to himself. The bunch hung from a high branch. The Fox tried to jump for it. Again and again he tried, but he could not. Now he sat down and looked at the grapes in disgust. “What a fool I am,” he said. “Here I am trying to get a bunch of sour grapes. And he ran away.
One day, a Fox saw a beautiful bunch of grapes on the branches of a tree. The grape seemed ready to burst with juice. The Fox’s mouth watered as he looked at them. “Those grapes look delicious,” he said to himself.
The bunch hung from a high branch. The Fox tried to jump for it. Again and again he tried, but he could not.
Now he sat down and looked at the grapes in disgust. “What a fool I am,” he said. “Here I am trying to get a bunch of sour grapes.
And he ran away.