In a 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 had been trained to hang over a lofty branch. “Just the thing to quench my thirst,” quoth he.
Drawing back a few paces, he took a run and a jump, and just missed the bunch as it fell back from his reach. Turning round again with a One, Two, Three, he took a long jump at it, only to come up still so much more distant from the coveted prize. Again and again he tried after it after it, and when he found him close to it, he walked away with his nose in the air, saying:
“I am sure they are sour.”
It’s easy to despise what you cannot get.