A PEACOCK spreading its gorgeous tail teased a Crane that passed by, making fun of the pale color of its feathers 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."
Moral: Fine feathers don't make fine
birds.