A gorgeous peacock strutted around the edge of a serene wetland, flashing his dazzling, multi-colored tail feathers in the sunlight and laughing at a plain grey crane standing nearby. 'Look at my magnificent feathers glittering with gold, blue, and emerald!' mocked the peacock. 'You look so dull and ordinary with your simple grey coat. Who would ever want to be you?' The crane smiled calmly and replied, 'Your feathers look breathtaking when the sun shines on a clear day, but they are so heavy and bulky that you can barely lift off the ground when a storm hits. My simple grey wings may not look flashy, but they carry me soaring high across stormy clouds and deep lakes to safety.' Just as he spoke, dark storm clouds rolled in with torrential rain, grounding the flashy peacock while the crane flew smoothly away.