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.