Once upon a time, there was a crow who was bored with his monotonous life. One day, the crow, who is obsessed with his life, has decided to leave everything behind and run away from his house. He went a long way and finally came to a farm. While he was looking at the farm with wondering eyes, he saw the peacocks. Unlike him, their feathers were colored.

The crow liked it so much that he could not bear to look at them from afar and went to them. He asked them who they were and one of them replied that we are peacocks, ugly thing.

The crow, who was very angry, must have had feathers like them. But for now, he had no choice except to go home because he was hungry. As time passed, the crow became obsessed with this subject and began to secretly watch the peacocks. When he saw the feathers of the peacocks, he was very happy because now he would stick those feathers on his tail and be like them.

He got the feathers as a result of his long efforts. Everyone should see this, the crow thought, flying over to the other crows. He said to them, “Look, black ugly crows, my feathers are prettier than all of you, I hate all of you.” Other crows began to laugh.

Crows said, “Even if they hit a golden saddle on a donkey, a donkey is still a donkey.” Then the angry crow said, “I will not deal with you anymore.”, and left from there. The crow thought he should hang out with them if he was going to be like a peacock. He found a way to get among the peacocks. No peacock noticed him at first.

Crow was trying to adjust to his new life. He walked like them and acted like them. The crow was trying to go a little further and sound like them. but a sound went out from his mouth, it is an old habit sound, he cried. Thereupon, the peacocks, who were not already warmed to the new member of the group, gathered around the crow.

The peacocks, who had the opportunity to take a closer look at the crow, realized that they had been deceived, and took their feathers back one by one and drove the crow away. The crow, who was left alone, thought, “What should I do, so I can go home, and went home. When the other crows saw that the cursing crow was coming back, they did not take him between them. The crow, crying, ran away into the forest and died because of sadness.