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A Crow was filled with envy on seeing the beautiful white plumage

of a Swan, and thought it was due to the water in which the Swan

constantly bathed and swam. So he left the neighbourhood of the

altars, where he got his living by picking up bits of the meat

offered in sacrifice, and went and lived among the pools and

streams. But though he bathed and washed his feathers many times

a day, he didn't make them any whiter, and at last died of hunger

into the bargain.

You may change your habits, but not your nature.

THE STAG WITH ONE EYE