The Vain Crow

When it was announced that a king over the birds was to be chosen, the crow determined to win the honour. With his dull colouring he thought he would not have a chance, so he gathered up the brightest feathers shed by the other birds and fastened them about his own body, making him the most colourful of them all. But when the great day came, the others set upon him and stripped him of his borrowed plumes, exposing him for the crow that he was.

“Borrowed feathers do not make fine birds.”