The Fox and the Grapes

  One hot summer's day a Fox was strolling through an orchard

till he came to a bunch of Grapes just ripening on a vine which

had been trained over a lofty branch.  "Just the thing to quench

my thirst," quoth he.  Drawing back a few paces, he took a run and

a jump, and just missed the bunch.  Turning round again with a

One, Two, Three, he jumped up, but with no greater success.  Again

and again he tried after the tempting morsel, but at last had to

give it up, and walked away with his nose in the air, saying: "I

am sure they are sour."

                    It is easy to despise what you cannot get.

The Crow and the Pitcher

  A Crow, half-dead with thirst, came upon a Pitcher which had

once been full of water; but when the Crow put its beak into the

mouth of the Pitcher he found that only very little water was left

in it, and that he could not reach far enough down to get at it.

He tried, and he tried, but at last had to give up in despair.

Then a thought came to him, and he took a pebble and dropped it

into the Pitcher.  Then he took another pebble and dropped it into

the Pitcher.  Then he took another pebble and dropped that into

the Pitcher.  Then he took another pebble and dropped that into

the Pitcher.  Then he took another pebble and dropped that into

the Pitcher.  Then he took another pebble and dropped that into

the Pitcher.  At last, at last, he saw the water mount up near

him, and after casting in a few more pebbles he was able to quench

his thirst and save his life.

            Little by little does the trick.