Why is the owl so mean to me? I have not done anything to him.
I know the snake wishes he looked like me. I can fly while he has to crawl.
One day when a snake was traveling through the forest he saw an owl. The snake had always admired the owl for his beautiful feathers and fine appearence. Despite this the owl mocked and made fun of the snake.
Why have you been so mean to me owl? I have not been mean to you.
I am owl. I can fly. You are a snake. You cannot do anything I can.
The snake curled up by a rock and thought to himself.
I don't feel bad about what I said to the snake. After all, how can I be sorry for telling the truth.
The owl thought too.
I am not sorry for what I said. I will still mock you and still be mean to you. After all it is your fault and not mine.
The next day the snake saw the owl again and decided to ask him why he had been so mean. After their talk was over the snake slithered away.
After the snake had left the owl thought about what he had said. But he didn't feel bad about it. It was-at least to him-the truth.
The moral of the fable is that a fine appearence is a poor substitute for inward worth.