The kite during the first period of its existence, possessed a voice, certainly not pretty, but still sharp and decisive. However, he had always been fed by an irrepressible envy of everyone and everything. He knew he was related to the eagle, but this, instead of being a source of pride, did nothing but fuel his jealousy and is understood to be less gnawing anger for it. He envied the colorful birds like the parrot and peacock, praised and pampered by all. Moreover, it showed contempt towards the bird, saying to himself:
"Yes, but it has a nice little voice is too delicate and romantic! Stuff from silly women! If I try to improve my voice certainly does not take as stupid as this bird. I want a strong voice, that makes the other! "
It was a beautiful spring day. The kite he was calmly perched on a branch of beech, sheltered from the fresh leaves of the plant. Unexpectedly, came a horse that flushed, looking a bit 'of refreshment, went to rest in the shade of the tree.
lie down with the intention take a nap, the horse, you inadvertently pricked with a thorn and thistle, pain, and gave a long shrill whinny.
"Oh, how wonderful!" Said the kite with enthusiasm. This is the voice that would be good for me: sharp, impressive and unique! "
The kite started from that morning to practice in imitation of that verse wonderful. She tried again and again damaging the throat, but to no avail. When, after many unsuccessful attempts, he resigned to return to his original voice, had an unpleasant surprise: he had disappeared, by dint of effort! So he had to settle for a sound insignificant and hoarse for life!
C hi, moved by envy, trying to mimic what is outside of its nature, also lose their original qualities.
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