Aesop sits motionless; watching.
The fox creeps towards the vines. The frustrated mammal fails to reach the juicy reward.
A fallen grape is deliberately ignored.
With its tail held high, the fox disappears into the tall grass.
Aesop wonders if there’s a new fable here, but decides that foxes aren’t worth his words.
Grasshoppers are far more interesting.
Aesop plucks a grape from a high vine and tosses it in his mouth.
It’s very sour.
Originally published: Paragraph Planet
