NE WARM SUMMER DAY,A jackdaw happened to fly over the garden of the King's palace. There he saw a flock of royal Peacocks in all their glory sporting their splendid plumage. He watched and watched. Now the Jackdaw was not a very flashy bird, nor was he especially refined in manner. Oh how he envied the peacocks and longed to have beautiful, colorful feathers such as theirs! So he picked up some castoff feathers of the Peacocks and stuck them among his own dark plumes. Dressed in his borrowed finery he showed off among the other Jackdaws. Then he flew down into the garden among the Peacocks...but they soon saw who he really was. Angry at his mockery, they flew at him, plucking away all the borrowed feathers as well as some of his own. The poor Jackdaw returned sadly to his own flock, but there another unpleasant surprise awaited him. They had not forgotten his superior airs toward them and to punish him, they drove him away with a rain of pecks and jeers. • Borrowed feathers do not make fine birds.