Once upon a time, in a dense and shadowy forest, there lived a Raven. His feathers were as black as midnight, glossy and sharp against the sun, and his eyes shone with a keen intelligence. But despite his many talents and cleverness, the Raven was filled with envy. For not far from his forest home, on a wide and sparkling lake, lived a Swan whose feathers were as white and pure as the first snow of winter. She moved with such grace, gliding across the water with elegance that made every creature who saw her stop in admiration.

The Raven watched her day after day, and the more he watched, the more he wished to be like her. “If only my feathers were white,” he thought, “then I would be admired and loved as she is.” He convinced himself that it was not his nature but his lifestyle that made him black. “Perhaps,” he reasoned, “if I swim in the water like she does, dive among the plants, and eat what she eats, I too will become white.”

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So the Raven abandoned his home among the trees and fields. He flew to the lake at dawn, his wings stirring the mist that hovered over the water. He dived into the cool depths, washed his feathers again and again, rubbing them against the reeds and lily pads. He ate the slimy water plants, the roots and weeds that grew beneath the surface, thinking that this diet would transform him.

Days turned into weeks. The Swan, observing him from afar, shook her head in quiet pity. “No matter what he does,” she thought, “a Raven cannot become a Swan.” But the Raven, too proud and too blinded by desire, ignored her silent warning.

Though he scrubbed and scrubbed, his feathers remained as black as the night sky. The water plants, strange and bitter to him, made him weak. His sharp eyes grew dull, and his once-strong wings felt heavy. He had eaten so little of what nourished him that his body wasted away. Still, he refused to return to the forest, believing that only through perseverance could he achieve the whiteness he longed for.

At last, the Raven, thin and feeble, lay by the edge of the lake, his efforts spent. The sun reflected off the Swan’s white feathers as she glided nearby, a living reminder of the beauty he had sought but could never claim. The Raven closed his eyes, and in that quiet moment, he realized too late that he had been trying to become someone he was never meant to be.

And so, the Raven passed away, leaving behind a lesson whispered among the trees and reeds: be proud of who you are, for envy and imitation can lead only to sorrow.

In a forest by a sparkling lake, a clever bird becomes consumed by envy of another's beauty and grace. Driven by desire to change, he embarks on a journey that challenges his true nature.