A Peacock strode along the coast of it's forested home, to find his route was blocked by a young pigeon. The Peacock craned his neck towards the pigeon and spoke "Who are you to block my path, with plumage so grey and dull?" The Pigeon peered up to respond "I am but a pigeon my lord, my feathers are my inheritance." The Peacock circled the Pigeon and declared "This route is only for the beautiful, with feathers as glorious as mine!" The Peacock seethed, flaring his plumage as he spoke. "You are right to look down on me my Lord." Spoke the Pigeon, bowing low. "I was not born with beautiful feathers, nor a right to these lands. Thus I shall take my leave of them." And the Pigeon fluttered away, soaring into the sky.

It never crossed the Peacocks mind, as he continued with his stride, how his feathers would never give him flight, and neither would his pride.