Freddie the Fox was wandering through the fields one day when he spied a big bunch of ripe grapes hanging down just over his head. “M'mm,” he said to himself. “They smell delicious. I'll have them for supper.” He leapt upwards but he couldn't quite reach them. “Bother,” he said, and jumped again without any luck. “This is going to be harder than I thought,” said Freddie. This time he took a long run and leapt as high as he could. The tip of his nose just brushed the grapes but he crashed to earth, on his head, without them. “Ow!” said Freddie, rubbing his sore head. “Bah and poo-bah! Stupid grapes. I didn't want them anyway.” And he staggered off feeling very cross.