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On a warm morning, a slim red fox with russet-orange fur, a white muzzle, a white chest, a black nose, amber eyes, and a white-tipped bushy tail, wearing a small green scarf, carried a basket beneath a vineyard. High above him hung a bunch of purple grapes.
The Fox Who Said the Grapes Were SourA fox cannot reach a high bunch of grapes and protects his pride by pretending they were never worth wanting.
1. On a warm morning, a slim red fox with russet-orange fur, a white muzzle, a white chest, a black nose, amber eyes, and a white-tipped bushy tail, wearing a small green scarf, carried a basket beneath a vineyard. High above him hung a bunch of purple grapes.
2. The fox wanted those grapes. He rose on his toes and reached as high as he could, but his paws touched only leaves.
3. He found a stump and climbed onto it. The grapes still seemed far away.
4. He jumped once. He jumped twice. He jumped until his basket tipped over.
5. The fox sat down and stared at the grapes. His basket was empty, and his paws were dusty.
6. The fox shook the dust from his paws. “Those grapes are probably sour,” he said.
7. He walked away with his nose in the air. “I never wanted them,” he said, though he kept glancing back.
8. The grapes were high, and the fox could not reach them. So he protected his pride by pretending they had never been worth wanting.
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