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began to grow discontented from that very
hour.

“Of course he grew hungry very soon,
and as the moon was shining and the air
soft and warm, he went with the others
over to the vineyards. The grapes were
particularly delicious that year, and all the
others were remarking on the fact. But
the fox who had heard tell of the far
country found them as tasteless as dry
bread, and only ate because his hunger
would be appeased. ‘If only they were
green,’ he kept saying to himself.

“He had to go on living in the valley,
but from that time forward he was never
quite happy. The thought of the green
grapes that were ripe was to him as the
tambourine is to you: only, he had not
even got the tambourine. Of course there
were green grapes in the early year, but
they were sour, and he knew it. He was
as unhappy as a fox could be.” .

Doris had been listening very intently.
“ But you said,” she cried, “that it is good