So, at last, he flew back to his nest in the wood.
“It is no use,” he croaked. “I can never be white. I do not want to be white. Black feathers are pretty enough for me. Croak! Croak!”
All ravens have said “Croak! Croak!” ever since.
THE PROUD CROW
- (p ea)
- sp eak
- l uck y
- st uck
- laughed
- on ly
- (l oud)
- pr oud
- (c ool)
- f ool ish
- a mong
- steal
- (r ock)
- pea c ock
- (n ot)
- l ot
- (f ull)
- p ull ed
One day a crow found a lot of peacock feathers.
“My,” cried the silly crow, “how lucky I am. No other crow in the world will look as fine as I. How all my old friends will envy me!”