Ripe grapes

"The grapes are ripe..." The little fox muttered to the vine. "What's wrong? Little fox." The little squirrel asked. The little fox didn't answer, and fell into memories... It was an early morning, the little fox wowed and cried: "Eat grapes, I want to eat grapes!" "Mom will go and find you, you wait." Fox mother comforted Xiao fox. "Yeah." The little fox nodded and stared at his mother's hair. Mom went out, there was a little fox in the cave, no, there was a beetle. "Mom is gone..." The little fox looked at his mother's back and was in a daze. "What a damn!" The little fox asked: "Are you talking?" It was a beautiful beetle, a bright blue carapace, shining in the sunlight shining from the outside of the cave. "Who are you?" The fox said, looking at the beetle with his small head. "Small things, about age, you have to call me aunt." The beetle said. "What do I call you aunt? I am the little swan's mother called Aunt Snow, the little squirrel's mother aunt, what is your aunt?" "You can call me a blue aunt." The beetle said. "Blue aunt, you are scared!" The little fox felt that the surroundings were very quiet, only the sound of "tick and ticking" dripping. "I will tell you a story!" said the blue aunt. The little fox nodded. "There was a beetle in the past..." "I don't listen to this." The blue aunt was interrupted by the little fox before he finished speaking. "What story do you want to hear?" asked the blue aunt. "The story of the fox," said the little fox. Therefore, the blue aunt told the little fox the story of "Fox and Crow" and "Can't Eat Grapes and Say Grapes". “Who wrote these stories?” asked the little fox. "It's human," said the blue aunt. Our foxes are not that bad. The little fox said that he had never heard of these stories. "The foxes in the story told by my mother are all good foxes." "The little fox looked at the blue aunt and felt a little strange. "What story did your mother tell? "Blue Aunt asked?" There is a story called "Little Fire Fox's Mother", which is especially nice. "The little fox said. "Well, then I will tell you the story of a snow fox. That was the last year. It was what I saw with my distant relatives." In order to save a group of frozen foxes, a snow fox fed her with her own milk and used her body to warm them. Finally it was frozen to death. "After the blue aunt finished, I was about to tell the next story. The sound of the hound dog came out from the hole, and the voice of the mother: "Baby, the hunter came, and ran. "The little fox didn't think much, and ran hard, but he didn't eat anything. He fainted on the side of the road. But when he woke up, he was already at the little squirrel. This year is the fruit aunt to feed him, the original home." The grape seedlings grow in front of the door, and the little fox knows why this grape seedling is here. He carefully cares for the seedlings. The grapes are ripe, and the little fox seems to see the mother.