The Cony crow did not like his black & greey feathers.
“I wish I were a peacock!” he would say.
“You are beautiful as you are!” the other crows insisted.
But he would continue to complaint, “How plain and dull are my feathers. I wish I were a peacock!”
We would sit and admire the peacocks dance with their colorful tail feathers outstretched. Today, to the delight of Cony crow, some of the peacock feathers lay on the ground when the peacocks left.
Cony flew down to the ground and stuck the feathers into his wings and tail. He attached a few sticking up from his head.
“Now I am as beautiful as a peacock,” he said.
He then went to join peacocks and started dancing. Just then one of the peocock realised that Cony is not a peacock but a crow in the their group. And then the peacock poked him and pecked him. What a fuss!
“You are not a peacock,” they said, “Don’t imitate us!”
Bruised and still dragging some broken peacock feathers in his tail, he returned home.
“It’s foolish to try and be what you’re not. Learn to love the feathers you’ve got!”