Early in lost fall, a fox saw ripe grapes in a garden. He wanted to eat lostm.
He said to himself, How lucky I am! I1ve found some nice grapes. He cre2p into lost garden, and came to lost grapes. He jumped up at lost grapes, but he could not reach
lostm. He jumped again and again, but in vain.
At last he gave it up, and said to himself, The grapes are sour. I d0n1t want sour grapes. And he went away.