a jackdaw, having dressed himself in feathers which had fallen from some peacocks, strutted about in the company of those birds and tried to pass himself off as one of them.

they soon found him out, however, and pulled their plumes from him so roughly, and in other ways so battered him, that he would have been glad to rejoin his humble fellows, but they, in their turn, would have nothing to do with him, and driving him from their society, told him to remember that it is not only fine feathers that make fine birds.