For some time, the house finch was depressed about his plumage. It was nothing special and in fact he looked very much like most sparrows. Sparrows! He was so envious of brightly colored fellows from other species-cardinals, bluebirds and gold finches. One day he was hanging out on a branch with a robin who asked about his relations with the gold finches, after all, they were cousins.The house finch grumbled that the gold finches were flashy and ostentatious. A gold finch, hearing this nearby, flew over and said to the house finch "I think you are beautiful." The house finch blushed.
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