Fable
The Peacock
The Peacock, they say, did not at first have
the beautiful feathers in which he now takes so much pride. These, Juno, whose
favorite he was, granted to him one day when he begged her for a train of
feathers to distinguish him from the other birds. Then, decked in his finery,
gleaming with emerald, gold, purple, and azure, he strutted proudly among the
birds. All regarded him with envy. Even the most beautiful pheasant could see
that his beauty was surpassed.
Presently
the Peacock saw an Eagle soaring high up in the blue sky and felt a desire to
fly, as he had been accustomed to do. Lifting his wings, he tried to rise from
the ground. But the weight of his magnificent train held him down. Instead of
flying up to greet the first rays of the morning sun or to bathe in the rosy
light among the floating clouds at sunset, he would have to walk the ground
more encumbered and oppressed than any common barnyard fowl.
Moral
- Do not sacrifice your freedom for the sake of pomp and
show.
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