Fox: What a lovely day! Oh, yes!
Narrator: She kept walking, but after a while she was tired and thirsty.
Fox: Oh, It’s hot! And I’m getting tired… I wish there was some water to drink.
Narrator: She walked, and walked, and she was getting thirstier, and thirstier.
Fox: I’m thirsty and hungry… I wish I had something to eat… but there isn’t anything on the road. And I still have a long way to walk… Oh, my… I should have stayed home.
Narrator: Suddenly she looked up and saw a vineyard full of ripe grapes.
Fox: Those grapes look sweet and juicy… they look so delicious. Oh, those are the most beautiful grapes I have ever seen… I have to eat some!
Narrator: She tried to get them. So she jumped upwards but she could not reach the grapes. She jumped again as high as she could. She still could not reach them. The grapes were just too high for her. She couldn’t even touch them.
Fox: Hmmm, now that I think about it… I am sure that those grapes are not ripe.
Narrator: But she kept looking at the grapes.
Fox: I must be dreaming… this not true… I am not going to look at those grapes anymore. They are sour… even tough they look so sweet and juicy….
Narrator: The fox wanted to leave, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the grapes.
Fox: They are sour! Yes they are! They are not sweet! No they are not! Why would I want them anyway? I better leave… it was a mistake trying to get them… I’m just wasting my time.
Narrator: And the fox walked away. Maybe she didn’t believe what she was saying, but what else could she do?