64. Make-Believe

.... But I am forgetting that old fox.
He sat in the sun and talked, and the
young one listened on and off.

“When he was still very young the
_oldster had grown tired of the valley in
which he had been born. For a little while
he was merely discontented: he hardly
knew why. Then there came a beautiful
spring day (‘A day like this,’ he said to
his companion, looking down the slope to
where a small stream ran in the bed of the
valley among the silver birches) and he
knew what was wrong. He tried himself
with a long run upon the hillside, and knew
that he was strong and swift. Then he
turned away from the old valley, and
travelled for many days towards the un-
known lands beyond.

“*There was one thing that greatly
pleased me in the new land to which I
came,’ he said. ‘There were many vine-
yards there also, but the grapes were all
white. I was tired of the black grapes of
this valley, and the white were strangely