vOnce upon a time there was a crow, which didn't look like other crows. His colour was a silvery colour. When he went out the other birds, which were black they said to him, "Every day silvery birds, silvery birds!"

Some times he would go and cry on an old tree. One day he thought tonight I should find a fire and jump in to it and when I jump out I will have black feathers because then the birds, which have black feathers, won't tease me any more because they won't realise its me and they won't say "Silvery birds, silvery birds, silvery bird, silvery feathers."

So he did. He jumped into the fire and for a moment he sat in the fire and then a minute later he jumped out and he had black feathers.

The next day he went out and the other birds didn't know who it was and they thought it was a stranger but for a moment the other crows said "Could we have a talk? You just wait there!"

They flew off into a tree and had a talk and said "That might be that crow which we used to call silvery birds silvery birds and then they flew back to the bird and asked,

"Are you the silvery bird?
And  the bird said "Yes!"
The other birds didn't tease him any more.

Retold by Liliya and Kavita