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Lola was the most beautiful peacock in 

the Congo Rainforest. With her long eye-

lashes and vibrant feathers, she was the 

most popular bird in the land. Not only was 

Lola beautiful, she was soft-spoken and sweet. 

She wouldn’t harm even the smallest tree frog, 

and treated everyone she met as a friend. 

Lola’s mother, the Queen of the Congo, had 

always taught her to be kind to others and treat 

everyone with respect. Lola was next to rule the 

throne, and would one day be Queen, just like her 

kind mother. 

Every Saturday morning, Lola would take a dip in 

the river and spread her beautiful wings out for 

the jungle to see. Many of the animals in the 

kingdom would join her for a swim while they 

laughed, sang, and basked in the brilliance of her 

beauty and kindness. 

One animal that didn’t ever join in on this Saturday 

morning ritual was Rory. She was an African Bulbul 

bird whose black feathers were not brilliant like 

Lola’s. 

Because Rory was bitter about the way she looked 

and was always unhappy, she did not have any 

friends. She was extremely jealous of Lola’s 

splendor and popularity. She secretly spied on Lola 

every Saturday morning, devising evil plans to spoil 

Lola’s happiness.

One Friday evening, Rory came up with a purely 

wicked plan. “If Lola looked like me, she surely 

wouldn’t have any friends either.”  

Rory began flying all over the Congo to gather all 

of the blackberries that she could find- collecting 

them in the nook of a tree that overlooked the 

river. After picking as many blackberries as she 

could before the sun went down, Rory began 

crushing the blackberries with a rock to produce a 

black juice. 

Rory awoke early the next morning to finalize her 

plan. She waited until Lola began swimming and had 

a large crowd watching her. Just as Lola spread 

her wings, Rory poured the blackberry juice right 

over her. 

Lola’s feathers were instantly stained a dark hue, 

hiding the glittering vibrance of her wings.   It took 

a moment for Lola to realize what had happened, 

but when she spied her reflection in the river, she 

flew into a tree far away and began to cry.

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