Fable
Borrowed feathers
A Jackdaw chanced to fly over the garden of
the King's palace. There he saw with much wonder and envy a flock of royal
Peacocks in all the glory of their splendid plumage.
Now
the black Jackdaw was not a very handsome bird, nor very refined in manner. Yet
he imagined that all he needed to make himself fit for the society of the
Peacocks was a dress like theirs. So, he picked up some castoff feathers of the
Peacocks and stuck them among his own black plumes.
Dressed
in his borrowed finery he strutted loftily among the birds of his own kind.
Then he flew down into the garden among the Peacocks. But they soon saw who he
was. Angry at the cheat, they flew at him, plucking away the borrowed feathers
and also some of his own.
The
poor Jackdaw returned sadly to his former companions. There another unpleasant
surprise awaited him. They had not forgotten his superior airs toward them,
and, to punish him, they drove him away with a rain of pecks and jeers.
Moral
- Borrowed feathers do not make fine birds.
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