Aesop's Fables: The Fox and the Grapes
One hot summer's day a 
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 was strolling through an orchard till he came to a bunch of 
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 just ripening on a vine which had been trained over a lofty branch. "Just the thing to quench my 
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 ," said he.
Drawing back a few paces, he took a run and a jump, and just 
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 the bunch. Turning round again with a One, Two, Three, he jumped up, but with no greater 
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 . Again and again he tried after the tempting morsel, but at last had to give it up, and walked 
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 with his nose in the air, saying: "I am sure they are 
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 ."
It is 
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 to despise what you cannot get.