One hot summer's day a Fox was strolling through an orchard
till he came to a bunch of Grapes just ripening on a vine
which had been trained over a lofty branch. "Just the thing
to quench my thirst," quoth 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 after the
tempting morsel, but at last had to give it up, and walked
away with his nose in the air, saying: "I am sure they are
sour."
[ Aesop's Fables ]