One hot summer's day. A fox was strolling through an orchard till he came to a bunch of Grapes just ripening on a vine which has been trained over a lofty branch. Just thing to quench my thirst," quote 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, but at last had to give up, and walked away with his nose in the air, saying: I am sure they are sour.