Aesop's Jacked Fables

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The Peacock and the Crane

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."

The Peacock kicked over his barstool and smashed his beer bottle into a jagged weapon. "Listen motherfucker!" the Peacock bellowed as he whipped around all wild-eyed, getting up into the cranes face. "You better watch that," he whispered. "I'll cut your fucking throat."

Fine feathers don't make fine birds.

The Peacock and the Crane (original fable)

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."

Fine feathers don't make fine birds.

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