The Fox & the Grapes

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The Fox & the Grapes

Nothing like juicy, sun-kissed bunch of Grapes as an evening snack! The Lil’ Fox thought so too!

One fine evening, the Lil’ Fox was on his way home after playing in the Sun all day long. The Lil’ Fox was merrily jumping by when he saw a bunch of ripe, juicy, sun-kissed grapes hanging in the vine just above him. The grapes seemed ready to burst with juice, and the Lil’ Fox’s mouth watered as he gazed longingly at them. “The grapes look Yummm… Well, who wouldn’t fancy a little snack?” So saying, the Lil’ Fox decided to pick them.

The bunch of grapes hung from a high branch, and the Lil’ Fox had to jump for it. The first time he jumped he missed it by a long way. “Come to me you little beauty”, the Lil’ Fox said and jumped again, reaching out for the grapes. Missed again.

The Lil’ Fox tried many things. He walked off a short distance and took a running leap with his hands outstretched, only to fall short once more.

The Lil’ Fox found a stack of hay and pushed it near the grapevine and reached out from it’s top. Still it was not reachable.

The Lil’ Fox even tried to climb up the tree in which the grapevine had crawled up. His limbs got tangled in all the creepers and vine and he did-not reach any near to the bunch of grapes than before. He tried so much that the sun set and moon rose.

At-last he sat down and looked at the grapes in disgust.

“What a fool I am,” he said. “Here I am tiring myself out to get a bunch of grapes that are probably sour. The grapes doesn’t look so good after-all. The way they are drooping down, they would’ve already gone bad. Or else they must definitely be sour. I am better off without them”

And off he walked, his head held high.

When you don’t get something you want, it feels like it was not meant for you.

(This Tale has been edited to adapt to the taste of early readers)

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