The Swallow and the Crow had an argument one day about their
plumage.
Said the Swallow: "Just look at my bright and downy feathers.
Your black stiff quills are not worth having. Why don't you dress
better? Show a little pride!"
"Your feathers may do very well in spring," replied the Crow,
"but--I don't remember ever having seen you around in winter, and
that's when I enjoy myself most."
_Friends in fine weather only, are not worth much._
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