The sun was lowering itself slowly behind the trees, spilling its last golden rays across the dusty path. The fields lay quiet, except for the faint hum of crickets and the rustle of wheat swaying in the breeze. And there, upon that path, walked an old man. His shoulders were bent beneath the weight of […]
The Fox and the Grapes Again
The forest was alive that summer. Leaves rustled like gossiping villagers, birds rehearsed their melodies as if preparing for a grand concert, and the golden sun filtered through the trees, painting the ground in shifting patches of light. It was the kind of season when even the laziest creatures stirred with energy, when the streams […]