Aesop's Fable No 1 - The fox & the grapes

It was a very hot and sunny afternoon. A fox, which had been hunting the whole day, was very thirsty.

"How I wish there was some water," the fox thought to himself, "It's been pretty dry since I left the place with the cesspool."

Just then, he saw bunches of fat and juicy grapes hanging from a vine at a golf course. The grapes looked ripe and ready to burst with juice.

"Oh, my! Oh, my!" the fox said as his mouth began to water. "Sweet grape juice, quench my thirst! And I only need a RM2 company crate to stand on and be high enough to reach it."

The fox stood on tiptoe on his RM2 crate and stretched as high as he could, but the grapes were out of his reach because the communist had set the trellis too high.

Not about to give up, the fox walked back a short distance and took a running leap onto the RM2 crate to reach the grapes. Again, he could not reach the grapes. “That damn chauvinist.”

Still not ready to give up, the fox walked back further and took another running leap at the grapes. Again, he could not reach the grapes. He cursed the man who set the CAT standard trellis so high, screaming “He’s dictator, yes, a communist-minded, chauvinist dictator.”

The fox jumped and leapt, again and again, but each time he could not reach the grapes. Until, at last, the fox was tired and thirstier than ever.

"What a fool I am!" said the fox furiously. "These grapes are sour and not fit for eating. Why would I want to stay around here anyway?"

With that, the fox walked away.