Wednesday, February 26, 2014

The Fable of the Fox and the Grapes

(Apologies to Aesop.)

Fox and Grapes, Robert Bateman.
Retrieved 26/2/2014 from Flickr / eoskins.

One hot summer's day, a fox was strolling through a forest when he spied a bunch of grapes, sparkling purple and ripe, hanging 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.

He turned around, took a few steps back and again ran and leapt at the grapes, but still with no success.

Thinking craftily, he unsheathed his claws and scratched away at the trunk of the tree, hoping to topple the whole thing down. But after a time he realised he had barely made a dent in its side.

Giving up at last, the fox sighed and walked away, his nose upturned, saying: They are probably sour grapes anyway. They could hardly be called grapes at all.


Moral of the fable: If they are legitimate grapes, the fox's body has ways to try and cut the whole thing down.