{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/aesop/aes180.htm","path":"cla/aesop/aes180.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/aesop/aes180.htm","text":"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.\"\nFine feathers don't make fine birds.","title":"The Peacock and the Crane","type":"page"}