“Sour Grapes!”, shrugged the Fox, as he made its way out of the vineyard…
But he wasn’t convinced. As he trotted through the edge of the woods, he knew deep within that what he had left behind were the sweetest grapes he would ever find. Pangs of anguish gripped his heart, and he found himself wandering aimlessly through the woods. All he could think of were those sweet grapes, the sweetest of grapes! These woods that were his home, and had been his home for years now seemed alien, hostile even – he felt that in losing the grapes, he had lost the very meaning of his existence.
The Fox did not sleep that night. All attempts to lose himself to torpidity were disturbed by troubling dreams. By the break of dawn, the Fox knew that he must have those grapes, or peace as he knew it was lost forever. With a sense of renewed determination, desperation some would say, the Fox made his way back to the vineyard, and found himself standing in the verisame hallowed ground, right under the luscious bunch of heavenly grapes. It was then, that the Fox felt the smile of God fall upon him. It fell in the shape of tiny dew drops, which had been falling all morning, and in the process weighed down upon the vines, so that the grapes now drooped a few inches lower than they had the previous night. This was just the kind of luck the Fox needed. With the vine a few inches lower, and with his own determination spurring him a few inches higher, the Fox, in one mighty leap snapped the entire bunch off the vine. And, then as he bit into the bunch with one greedy snap, it was like a moment of Nirvana! It was indeed a true moment of enlightenment, as the Fox realized – the damn grapes were sour!!
Foxes since date have pretty much stuck to rabbits and such…
