Vengeance & Grapes

The Fox and the Grapes
Aesop

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 things 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.” 

And the moral of the story is: dun dun dun, and wouldn't you like to be told! Not so easily, my friends. I'll let you mull over this one.

Perhaps it was the paper I am writing for Spanish class about la venganza, in Spanish, or maybe it was the recent bed-time read of Beowulf and all that beautiful blood vengeance, or perhaps it was the most recently-viewed episode of Revenge. But I literally haven't thought about this story since fifth grade, and here I am, sitting in the library, drinking my cold coffee, and BAM! I've got Aesop on the mind.  

I sure hope this doesn't mean that I have become quite bitter about the subject of vengeance, for I chose it myself. Perhaps this is saying something about my mind. 

dun dun dun... BEWARE, I guess.