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THE PEACOCK, they say, did not
at first have the beautiful feathers
in which he now takes so much
pride. These, Juno, whose favorite
he was, granted to him one day
when he begged her for a train of
feathers to distinguish him from
the other birds. Then, decked in
his finery, gleaming with emerald,
gold, purple, and azure, he strutted
proudly among the birds. All regarded him with envy. Even the
most beautiful pheasant could
see that his beauty was surpassed.
Presently the Peacock saw an
Eagle soaring high up in the blue
sky and felt a desire to fly, as he
had been accustomed to do. Lifting his wings he tried to rise from
the ground. But the weight of his
magnificent train held him down.
Instead of flying up to greet the
first rays of the morning sun or
to bathe in the rosy light among
the floating clouds at sunset, he
would have to walk the ground
more encumbered and oppressed
than any common barnyard fowl.
Do not sacrifice your freedom for the sake of pomp and show.