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The Fox and the Grapes
One hot summer’s day A fox was strolling through an orchard till he came to a bunch Grapes just ripening on a vine which has been trained over a lofty branch.
Just the thing to quench my thirst,” quote he. Drawing back a few paces,
he took a run and a jump, and just missed the bunch
Turning round again with a One, Two, Three, he jumped up, but with no greater success.
Again and again he tried,
but at last had to give up,
and walked away
with his nose in the air,
saying;
I am sure they are sour.”
Just the thing to quench my thirst,” quote he. Drawing back a few paces,
he took a run and a jump, and just missed the bunch
Turning round again with a One, Two, Three, he jumped up, but with no greater success.
Again and again he tried,
but at last had to give up,
and walked away
with his nose in the air,
saying;
I am sure they are sour.”
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