One summer’s day under a bright blue sky, an orange fox was strolling through a green orchard. She came upon a bunch of purple grapes hanging on a vine. “Those look so sweet, and I am so thirsty,” she thought. The Fox began to run and jump at the grapes. Again she jumped up, but missed time and again. She soon tired in her attempt to pluck the purple delights, and walked away proclaiming in a haughty voice: “I am just sure those are sour grapes.”
watercolors on cotton paper
