There once lived a family of Cuckoo in a tree near the lake. Everyday the animals and the birds of the forest gather around the lake to see the family of swans who lived on the lake dance and hear the family of Cuckoo sing. Everybody enjoyed the songs and the dance
But the Cuckoo was not happy with this. He used to think that all the animals enjoy his singing and the family of swans are taking advantage of their singing to garner attention of all the animals of the forest.
Everyday the Cuckoo sang hoping that today will be the day when the animals and birds will shower attention to him only and ignore the family of swans dancing on the lake but every day the family of swans danced without a care in the world. And the animals enjoyed both the song and the dance.
But the Cuckoo started to burn with jealousy against the family of swans which started to affect his singing. But the swans still danced without a care in the world.
One day Four crows flew to the lake after hearing about the song and dance that happened at the lake to witness it themselves. As they were looking at the swans dancing and hearing the cuckoo singing the crows noticed something wrong with the song of the Cuckoo
After the swans finished their dancing the crows approached the cuckoo and witnessed Cuckoo eyeing the swans in anger. The Crows understood that the Cuckoo was jealous of the swans.
The head of the murder of crows approached the cuckoo with a friendly smile
“Ahoy there Cuckoo that was a wonderful performance by you but why the sullen face”
The Cuckoo perked up after hearing someone appreciate him he replied
“Thankyou for understanding. But it’s nothing big don’t worry about it. I hope you all come by again tomorrow to hear my performance”
The head of the murder assured the cuckoo that they will definitely come again.
After the crows departed from the lake one of the crows approached the head of the murder and asked why he promised the cuckoo that they’ll come again as they had already seen the dance and the song it’ll be the same thing tomorrow again. The head of the murder replied telling the crows to be patient and they will see a more entertaining event
The next day the crows came again to the lake and after the performance they went to the cuckoo and the head of the murder appreciated the Cuckoo’s singing and again asked about his sullen face. Again the cuckoo brushed it off inviting the murder of crows again for the performance
This went on for a few days one day the head of the murder complained to the cuckoo that because they listen from so far away they can’t hear him properly. The Cuckoo was very happy to hear that finally there was someone who appreciated his performance only and not the dance of the swans. So he invited the murder of crows to hear him sing from his tree
The next day crows visited the cuckoo’s tree to hear him perform and afterwards they had a chat. The Cuckoo confided in the head of the murder that he doesn’t like the swans hogging all the glory of his performance. Would they have danced so well if it wasn’t for his singing.
The head of the murder felt that his diabolical scheme has finally come to fruition, spoke to the cuckoo
“Brother I understand your pain and I have an idea that’ll help you get recognised by all the animals in the jungle. It is true that the swans dance so gracefully just because of your song so let us take that song away from them. Tomorrow when the animals gather you must not sing but croak like the crows. Then the animals will understand your value. Let us practice all night so you can croak properly tomorrow.
The Cuckoo agreed with the head of the murder and began croaking by tomorrow when it was time for their performance the voice of cuckoo had became all hoarse and no proper tune was coming out of it.
And as the swans started dancing the cuckoo began to croak which irritated all the animals and they shushed the Cuckoo. Cuckoo got very flustered how could they shush me so he began croaking even loudly.
The animals got angry at that and started pelting stones at the Cuckoo and drove him away from his tree.
As the cuckoo was flying away he sab the murder of the crow laughing wildly and he asked the head of the murder why they were laughing to which the head of the murder replied that today he witnessed a once in a lifetime performance where Cuckoo became a Crow
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