Chapter 7
A famished fox crept into a vineyard where ripe, luscious grapes were draped high upon arbors in a most tempting display. In his effort to win a juicy prize, the fox jumped and sprang many times but failed to reach the bunch of grapes in spite of all his attempts. When he finally had to admit defeat, he retreated reluctantly and to consol himself, muttered: “Well, what does it matter anyway? The grapes are sour!”
It is easy to despise what you cannot get.
