On a farm there once lived a number of cockbirds, amongst whom one looked far better than the rest. He was not only bigger, but fatter, as well. His master, the farmer, called him a prize bird.
The prize cockbird was very proud of himself. He was always boasting of his great strength. He would challenge the other birds to battle. In great fear, none would dare fight him.
However, the truth was, that the prize cockbird was far from being what he made himself out to be. He looked bigger, because he walked taller than the others. He looked fatter, because he thrust out his chest and puffed out his feathers. If any other cockbird had cared to fight him, it would have been proved that the prize cockbird was, in fact, a great weakling. The prize cockbird got away with everything, simply because none dared to call his bluff.
One day the farmer invited some of his friends to dinner.
“I want you to roast that prize cockbird for tonight,” he ordered his cook.
The cook went, and soon killed the prize cockbird. As he plucked off its feathers, and began to roast it, he grew more and more amazed. The cockbird looked small and lean, and quite unfit to eat.
“I can hardly believe it,” said the cook to the maid, when she came to take the roasted bird to the dinner table.
“Our master is sure to be angry, said the maid. Wondering what she would tell him.
“You can say that his prize cockbird was nothing but a great boast but alas, a poor roast!” answered the cook, with a laugh.
Moral:All that glitters is not gold..
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