A nightingale once said to a peacock:
'When I trill, people gather to listen to the beauty and purity of my voice -- man may be a murderer but he is also an aesthete.'
The peacock listened well, and decided to get an admiring crowd for his beautiful plumage, something far more exquisite than anything that the nightingale could show.
So he went to a place where human beings congregated, and pranced in front of a group of people, folding and unfolding his tail, strutting and thrusting his feathers in front of everyone's eyes.
One of the men said:
'There is something wrong with that unfortunate peacock -- he cannot keep still. It must be some illness.'
So they seized the peacock and killed it, in case the disease spread to their domestic fowls.

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