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271.The Peacock and the Crane

A PEACOCK spreading its gorgeous tail mocked a crane that passed by, ridiculing the ashen hue of its plumage and saying,

“I am robed, like a king, in gold and purple and all the colors of the rainbow; while you have not a bit of color on your wings.”

“True,” replied the crane; “but I soar to the heights of heaven and lift up my voice to the stars, while you walk below, like a cock, among the birds of the dunghill.”

Fine feathers don’t make fine birds.