the swallow and the crow had an argument one day about their plumage.

said the swallow: "just look at my bright and downy feathers. your black stiff quills are not worth having. why don't you dress better? show a little pride!"

"your feathers may do very well in spring," replied the crow, "but—i don't remember ever having seen you around in winter, and that's when i enjoy myself most."

friends in fine weather only, are not worth much.