Through the undergrowth, and a wet path covered in moss.
A vineyard he did cross, whence he laid his eyes on the grapes,
Dark-purple and delicious, they did hang on the drapes,
He sat underneath the grapes, "A grape or two won't hurt", he thought,
A jump followed the thought, then another, and another, till he tired out.
No mater how much he jumped, no grape he could grasp,
So atlast disheartened he started to march back, with a heavy heart.
There sat a crow, watching the show, smiling to himself,
Then a question escaped his naughty little beaks, as he squeaked.
"Why do you leave Mr Fox, already tired and giving up are you?",
"The grapes are sour, and I don't fancy 'em any more", sighed the fox
"But they are sweet up here", mocked the crow, in a sympathetic voice,
The fox din't reply, he swallowed hard as he walked away, thinking.
"If only I had tasted a single grape, I wouldn't have lied, I wouldn't have cried,
but now I crib about the grapes being sour, even without trying one."
3 comments:
ha ha ha, poor fox.
Justin, pls write more. i like this very much.
chittu, fantastic dear.old story, but new twist. good job.
cute n moralistic!!!! dnt give up no matter wat!!! good!!! ya do gud research n then jump for the grapes coz that way u wont look like a fool n say the grapes wer sour!!! :D
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