Once there was a little fox. He sat under a thick branch with the most delicious juicy grapes hanging down above his head. The little fox tried with all his might to get the grapes. He poked and whatever else to try and get them. He tried to climb the tree but the fine trunk was to strait and no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't. The sun was setting and the fox gave up. They were probably completely rotten and way too sour to even lick he thought as he pulled himself away from the grapes and walked towards home.
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