One day a fox spied a beautiful bunch of ripe grapes hanging from a vine 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, only to fall short once more. Again and again he tried, but in vain.

Then 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 my time”.

And off he walked very, very scornfully.