...A slightly fractured parable.
One day a beautiful bunch of grapes hanging from a Grapevine on a tree limb high over a trail saw a Fox approach. The grapes were ready to burst with juice and the Grapevine longed for them to be eaten. The Fox stopped and gazed up at the grapes, tongue lolling.
The Fox was far below, and the Grapevine did its slow, vegetative best to uncoil and drop lower. The Fox jumped but came far short. The grapes swayed in the breeze, slowly lowering; the Fox tried a running leap, the grapes kept dropping, but they never came close enough. The Fox tried and tried, and finally stalked off, head high, tail in the air.
The Grapevine looked after the Fox in disgust.
"What an idiot I have been, wearing myself out to try to get a toothless old fox to eat my lovely ripe grapes and scatter the seeds. Foxes don't even like grapes."
And it coiled itself back up, slowly and scornfully.
There are many who pretend to despise that which is beyond their reach.
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