One hot summer's day a fox was strolling through an orchardtill he came to a bunch of grapes just ripening1 on a vine whichhad been trained over a lofty branch. "Just the thing to quenchmy thirst," Quoth he. Drawing back a few paces, he took a run anda jump, and just missed the bunch. Turning round again with aone, two, three, he jumped up, but with no greater success. Againand again he tried after the tempting2 morsel3, but at last had togive it up, and walked away with his nose in the air, saying: "Iam sure they are sour." 
It is easy to despise what you cannot get. 