The grapes hung from their high tree branch, plump and bright, while the fox slunk away.
“They’re probably sour, anyway,” he muttered. He hoped none of the other animals had seen him leaping toward the grapes over and over. Each time, he had felt a little closer to reaching them, but he never did. They were too high up for him. As he walked away, he looked back at the grapes over his shoulder.
“Definitely sour,” he told himself.
The grapes hung from their high tree branch, plump and bright, while the fox slunk away.
“They’re probably sour, anyway,” he muttered. He hoped none of the other animals had seen him leaping toward the grapes over and over. Each time, he had felt a little closer to reaching them, but he never did. They were too high up for him. As he walked away, he looked back at the grapes over his shoulder.
“Definitely sour,” he told himself.
The grapes hung from their high tree branch, plump and bright, while the fox slunk away.
“They’re probably sour, anyway,” he muttered. He hoped none of the other animals had seen him leaping toward the grapes over and over. Each time, he had felt a little closer to reaching them, but he never did. They were too high up for him. As he walked away, he looked back at the grapes over his shoulder.
“Definitely sour,” he told himself.
The grapes hung from their high tree branch, plump and bright, while the fox slunk away.
“They’re probably sour, anyway,” he muttered. He hoped none of the other animals had seen him leaping toward the grapes over and over. Each time, he had felt a little closer to reaching them, but he never did. They were too high up for him. As he walked away, he looked back at the grapes over his shoulder.
“Definitely sour,” he told himself.
The grapes hung from their high tree branch, plump and bright, while the fox slunk away.
“They’re probably sour, anyway,” he muttered. He hoped none of the other animals had seen him leaping toward the grapes over and over. Each time, he had felt a little closer to reaching them, but he never did. They were too high up for him. As he walked away, he looked back at the grapes over his shoulder.
“Definitely sour,” he told himself.
The grapes hung from their high tree branch, plump and bright, while the fox slunk away.
“They’re probably sour, anyway,” he muttered. He hoped none of the other animals had seen him leaping toward the grapes over and over. Each time, he had felt a little closer to reaching them, but he never did. They were too high up for him. As he walked away, he looked back at the grapes over his shoulder.
“Definitely sour,” he told himself.
The grapes hung from their high tree branch, plump and bright, while the fox slunk away.
“They’re probably sour, anyway,” he muttered. He hoped none of the other animals had seen him leaping toward the grapes over and over. Each time, he had felt a little closer to reaching them, but he never did. They were too high up for him. As he walked away, he looked back at the grapes over his shoulder.
“Definitely sour,” he told himself.
The grapes hung from their high tree branch, plump and bright, while the fox slunk away.
“They’re probably sour, anyway,” he muttered. He hoped none of the other animals had seen him leaping toward the grapes over and over. Each time, he had felt a little closer to reaching them, but he never did. They were too high up for him. As he walked away, he looked back at the grapes over his shoulder.
“Definitely sour,” he told himself.
The grapes hung from their high tree branch, plump and bright, while the fox slunk away.
“They’re probably sour, anyway,” he muttered. He hoped none of the other animals had seen him leaping toward the grapes over and over. Each time, he had felt a little closer to reaching them, but he never did. They were too high up for him. As he walked away, he looked back at the grapes over his shoulder.
“Definitely sour,” he told himself.
The grapes hung from their high tree branch, plump and bright, while the fox slunk away.
“They’re probably sour, anyway,” he muttered. He hoped none of the other animals had seen him leaping toward the grapes over and over. Each time, he had felt a little closer to reaching them, but he never did. They were too high up for him. As he walked away, he looked back at the grapes over his shoulder.
“Definitely sour,” he told himself.
The grapes hung from their high tree branch, plump and bright, while the fox slunk away.
“They’re probably sour, anyway,” he muttered. He hoped none of the other animals had seen him leaping toward the grapes over and over. Each time, he had felt a little closer to reaching them, but he never did. They were too high up for him. As he walked away, he looked back at the grapes over his shoulder.
“Definitely sour,” he told himself.
How are the events organized in Amira's version? What effect does this have on the story? One day a fox came across a tree whose branches were heavy with ripe, purple grapes. The fox could almost taste them, and his mouth watered. He reached a paw into the air to bat down the grapes, but they were too high. Then he reared up on his hind paws, but he wasn’t tall enough. Finally, he backed up and ran toward the tree. He leaped into the air and tried to grab the grapes with his mouth. He still could not reach them. The fox walked away with his tail between his legs.
“It doesn’t matter,” he told himself, “because those grapes were probably sour anyway.”
How are the events organized in Lynn's version? What effect does this have on the story?
3) In your opinion, which is more appealing to the reader? Why?
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In Amira's version of the story, the events are organized in a linear narrative. The fox encounters the tree, attempts to reach the grapes through various physical actions (bating with a paw, rearing up, and jumping), and finally, after failing to obtain the grapes, he walks away and rationalizes his failure by asserting that the grapes were probably sour. This organization creates a clear progression, illustrating the fox's desire, attempts, and ultimate resignation, culminating in a moral conclusion about self-justification following failure.
In contrast, Lynn's version is repetitive, using the same sentences or phrases multiple times. This structure emphasizes the fox's obsession with the unreachable grapes, but it also leads to a sense of tediousness and stagnation as the reader is presented with the same thoughts and actions without evolution or development. This repetition underlines the fox's desperate attempts to convince himself that what he cannot have was not worth having, yet it can feel monotonous and less engaging than a linear progression.
In terms of appeal to the reader, Amira’s version is likely more appealing. The clear, concise, and varied action encourages engagement with the story and fosters empathy for the fox's plight. It maintains a sense of dynamism that helps to retain interest. The lucidity of the fox's journey and the moral lesson at the end create a satisfying narrative arc. In contrast, Lynn's repetition could make the reader feel frustrated or bored, as it does not provide new insights or developments in the fox's story. Therefore, while both versions carry the same moral lesson, Amira's approach is likely to resonate more effectively with readers.
5 grade words and super shorter
In Amira's version, the story follows a clear order: the fox sees the grapes, tries to reach them, and then walks away disappointed but decides they were probably sour. This makes the story easy to follow and shows the fox's struggle clearly.
In Lynn's version, the same phrases repeat multiple times. This makes the story feel boring because it doesn't change, even though it shows how the fox is trying to convince himself about the grapes' sourness.
I think Amira's version is more appealing because it is straightforward and keeps the reader's attention. The flow of the story and the lesson at the end are easy to understand and more engaging. Lynn's version feels repetitive and may frustrate readers.
