And the proud crow stuck the peacock feathers all over his back.
Then he flew away to show himself to his friends.
He strutted up and down before them.
But they only laughed at him.
“Just look at that silly bird!” they cried. “See him strut! Did you ever see anything so proud? Caw, caw, caw!”
The proud crow was now very angry.
“Do not speak to me,” he said. “I have fine feathers. I am a peacock. I will have nothing to do with you crows.”
So off he strutted to the peacocks.
“How do you do, my dear friends?” he said in his sweetest voice.