There lived two crows on a tall poplar tree, each in his own nest.
One of the crows was big, strong, and black.
The other was lean, weak, and grey.
The black crow was proud of its size, and always ridiculed the grey crow.
“I am big and strong. I can do whatever I want. You are weak and small. You are nothing like a crow,” the black crow would often say.
The grey crow tried to keep quiet as much as he could, for he believed he was just as special as the black crow.
“There will be a day when you will learn I can be better than you. There will be a day when you will understand that the size of your body is not everything,” the grey crow replied, only sometimes.
One day, there was a storm, which destroyed both the nests.
The crows needed to rebuild.
After mourning for a short while, the grey crow flew to the ground to look for twigs to reconstruct his nest.
He began picking up tiny twigs and carrying them to the tree.
Seeing him work, the black crow laughed.
“Look at you, you cannot even carry a twig,” he said.
“I shall show you how it is done.”
The black crow started searching for bigger twigs, which could suit his size. There were none.
He kept looking, ignoring the smaller ones lying all around him, which the grey crow continued to collect.
The day passed.
The sun began to set.
The grey crow’s nest was ready, but the black crow was still looking.
As the grey crow readied for the night’s rest, he looked down at the black crow, who had nowhere to go.
“I had told you the size of your body is not everything,” said the grey crow.
The black crow felt ashamed, as he had learned his lesson.