A tempting bunch

One day, a fox spotted a beautiful bunch of ripe grapes. They hung from a vine that stretched along the branches of a tree. The grapes looked so juicy that his mouth watered.

A tempting bunch

One day, a fox spotted a beautiful bunch of ripe grapes. They hung from a vine that stretched along the branches of a tree. The grapes looked so juicy that his mouth watered.

Just a little too high

But the bunch was high above his head. He jumped for it and missed. He stepped back, ran forward, and leaped again.

Just a little too high

But the bunch was high above his head. He jumped for it and missed. He stepped back, ran forward, and leaped again.

Just a little too high

Still too short. Again and again, the fox tried to reach the grapes. Each time, they stayed just beyond him.

Just a little too high

Still too short. Again and again, the fox tried to reach the grapes. Each time, they stayed just beyond him.

A tired fox

Finally, he sat down and frowned at the bunch.

A tired fox

Finally, he sat down and frowned at the bunch.

Probably sour anyway

“Why am I wasting my energy?” he said. “Those grapes are probably sour anyway. They're not worth all this trouble.” And he walked away, pretending he no longer wanted the grapes he had tried so hard to reach.

Probably sour anyway

“Why am I wasting my energy?” he said. “Those grapes are probably sour anyway. They're not worth all this trouble.” And he walked away, pretending he no longer wanted the grapes he had tried so hard to reach.