the wandering fox
spotted the grapes
hanging above its reach
This will quench my thirst,
it told itself
and tried various stratagems
to reach the distant fruit
the fox jumped up;
the fox rolled rocks to below the grapes
and stood on them
and jumped again;
the fox sang songs to the grapes;
the fox threatened the grapes
and even tried positive thinking
and with eyes closed
a good measure of visualization
in which the grapes fell into its open mouth…
But all to no avail…
And at last
the wise fox said:
Ah, who needs these grapes?
They must be sour and turning bad anyway…
And off the fox trotted away
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 10:27 AM UTC
the wandering fox
spotted the grapes
hanging above its reach
This will quench my thirst,
it told itself
and tried various stratagems
to reach the distant fruit
the fox jumped up;
the fox rolled rocks to below the grapes
and stood on them
and jumped again;
the fox sang songs to the grapes;
the fox threatened the grapes
and even tried positive thinking
and with eyes closed
a good measure of visualization
in which the grapes fell into its open mouth…
But all to no avail…
And at last
the wise fox said:
Ah, who needs these grapes?
They must be sour and turning bad anyway…
And off the fox trotted away
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