One afternoon, in a lush forest, a sly fox spotted juicy grapes hanging from a lofty branch.

“Just the thing to quench my thirst,” he thought, eyeing the grapes with longing.

Taking a few steps back, the fox jumped and just missed the hanging grapes.

Again the fox took a few paces back and tried to reach them but still failed.

Finally, giving up, the fox turned up his nose and said, “They’re probably sour anyway,” and proceeded to walk away.