of the Fox and the Grapes
There is a side of this that nobody knows, or talks about, and that is that
the grapes were in love with the fox. Though they yearned to be pierced by the
foxs strong white teeth, they recognized the foxs desire as lowly
obsession, and so refused to give themselves to him fully, but instead remained
trembling to bursting just out of reach.
At times, exhausted and near to giving in, the grapes would protest, Though
my juices are dark and taut against my skin, they are sour, and could never
satisfy you. The fox would stalk away, cursing, only to return hours later with
a purpled tongue, apologetic and pleading. This went on for a season, the fox
and the grapes trapped together in a tension of longing, until the grapes became
truly sour, and withered, still out of reach. The fox, finally unable to be
nourished by any other fruit, wasted away beneath the barren branch, tasting
From this we learn that while it is easy to despise what you cannot
have, it is dangerous to become fascinated by it.