one hot summer's day a Fox was strolling through an orchard till he came to a bunch of Grapes just ripening on a wine which had been trained over a lofty branch.

"Just the thing to quench my thirst," qouth 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..."

" It is easy to despise what you cannot get "

THE

       FOX  

              AND

                    THE

                         GRAPES