A Famished Fox saw some clusters of ripe black grapes hanging
from a trellised vine. She resorted to all her tricks to get at them,
but wearied herself in vain, for she could not reach them. At last
she turned away, hiding her disappointment and saying: "The
Grapes are sour, and not ripe as I thought."
(Translated by George Fyler Townsend, 1814-1900)