A CROW was jealous of the Raven1, because he was considered a bird

　　of good omen2 and always attracted the attention of men, who noted

　　by his flight the good or evil course of future events. Seeing

　　some travelers approaching, the Crow flew up into a tree, and

　　perching herself on one of the branches, cawed as loudly as she

　　could. The travelers turned towards the sound and wondered what

　　it foreboded, when one of them said to his companion, "Let us

　　proceed on our journey, my friend, for it is only the caw of a

　　crow, and her cry, you know, is no omen."

　　Those who assume a character which does not belong to them, only

　　make themselves ridiculous.