Once upon a time, all the Birds in the forest gathered to choose a king. The Peacock, full of pride, stepped forward, showing off his gorgeous, shimmering tail feathers.
"Oh, let me be your king," he said with a grandiose spread of his beautiful plumage. The Birds, awestruck by the Peacock's beauty, were almost ready to make him their king.
Just then, the Magpie, a black and white bird, known for its wit and curiosity, flew into the circle. She looked at the Peacock and then at the other Birds. "May I ask a few questions?" she said in a calm voice.
The Birds, respecting the Magpie's wisdom, nodded. "Mr. Peacock," began the Magpie, "you certainly are a sight to behold. But if you were to be our king, what would you do when the forest is in danger? How would you protect us?"
The Peacock, caught off guard, had no answer. He hadn't thought about protecting the forest or the Birds. He had only thought about the prestige of being a king. The other Birds realized their mistake too. They wanted a king who could safeguard them, not just look good. And so, the Peacock's chances of becoming king ended.
In the end, the Birds understood that it's not just beauty that counts in a leader, but wisdom and courage, too.
Once upon a time, in a forest where the chirping was always in tune, and the trees swayed like they were doing the cha-cha, all the Birds got together to pick a king. Kind of like "Birds Got Talent," only with more feathers.
The Peacock, full of pride and glitz, strutted forward, flashing his dazzling tail feathers. "Ta-da! Your king has arrived!" he declared, wiggling his eyebrows and throwing in a dance move. "Who wouldn't want a king as fabulous as me?"
The Birds were so stunned by his beauty, they nearly dropped their feathers! They were all about to put on their shades and crown him king.
But hold your horses, or in this case, hold your birds! The Magpie, as clever and sassy as a detective in a mystery novel, flew into the circle. "Hold on a feathery minute!" she said, putting on imaginary glasses. "I've got some pecking questions here."
The Birds, knowing Magpie's wisdom, nodded, ready for some birdie banter.
"Mr. Peacock," began the Magpie, with a grin and a wink, "You're so dazzling you could be a disco ball. But if you were king, what would you do if a sly fox wanted to crash our party? How would you stop him from eating our snacks, or even us?"
The Peacock looked like he had swallowed a worm, the wrong way. "Umm, err, well... I'd probably... You know what? I'll get back to you on that." He fumbled, blinking like a broken traffic light.
The Birds all exchanged looks, suddenly realizing they wanted a king with more than just good looks and dance moves. They wanted someone who could plan the party AND keep it safe.
And so, the Peacock's chance of being king fluttered away like a leaf in the wind.
In the end, the Birds learned that having a shiny tail is all well and good, but a leader needs brains, bravery, and a sense of humor, too. Because, let's face it, being fabulous is great, but being smart and brave is even better!
In a vibrant forest glade,
Birds convened in tree-lined shade.
Peacock with feathers bright and grand,
Stepped forth, pride large as the land.
“Look at me, oh view my hue,
For a king, wouldn’t I surely do?”
Birds gazed, nearly set to concur,
Blinded by the colors in a blur.
But Magpie, with a questioning glance,
Asked if she might have a chance.
“May I pose a query or two,
Before the crown we bestow on you?”
All the Birds, they nodded “yes”,
For Magpie's wisdom, they did confess.
“Dear Peacock, colors aside,
How would you guard us, far and wide?”
Stumped, the Peacock stood quite still,
No thoughts of danger, no sense of ill.
He’d dreamt of a crown, a royal spree,
Not the duties a king would see.
The Birds, their minds began to shift,
Realizing they needed more than a pretty gift.
In leadership, beauty isn’t the song to sing,
Wisdom and courage, are what a true king should bring.
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