There were once two peacocks, Black and White. They were the best of friends. One day while wandering around their habitat, they came across a sign. “Parade of the Peacocks.”
“Ooh, how fun,” White said, excitedly and together, they followed the sign to a wooden gate, next to it stood a woman in a tan-color uniform and cap.
She held a clipboard in her hand and a pen behind her ear. When she saw White, without a second glance, she let White enter and immediately closed the gate. “Sorry, can’t let you through,” she grimaced, “your feathers are not pretty enough.” Black stared up at her, attempted to pout but, of course, she didn’t notice.
As he watched White and his friends strutted proudly down the route, he wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, he wanted to do anything but watch his friends show off their feathers when he couldn’t.
With his head down, he wandered in the other direction into a cave and wailed. His voice echoed through the cave. “I am an ugly peacock.”