The Fox and the Grapes

What a succulent bunch of grapes we spy, practically bursting with juice. Up on the branch juuuust out of reach. They mock us with how close yet how far they are, how easily they could be tasted. Just. The mouth waters. One jump, two jumps, the click of the teeth inches from their target.

Breathless, thirsty, we glare at that which teased us. All that work and the grapes are sour anyway. Aren't they? It's so much easier to believe that as we skulk away.

Anyway who's DMs (Disappointing Messages) are open?