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