An Old Australian Tale... An old Aborigine man sat in the bushes of the Australian outback, his many grandchildren crowded around him. He was famous for his story telling and most of the tales he told were purely for his family's enjoyment. However, something he had seen earlier that day had troubled him. It had involved one his grandchildren treating an ugly person badly. "What do you think makes a good person, Mayra?" He asked one of his granddaughters. Mayra frowned, "A beautiful face?" "How about you, Kulan?" Kulan grinned, "If they can hunt and feed their family!" The old man leaned back and closed his eyes, "There was once a cockatoo with perfect white plumage and the straightest yellow head feathers for miles around. He knew of his attractiveness and walked around with complete certainty of himself. He was successful with the female cockatoos. He constantly laughed at his ugly younger brother whose feathers were nowhere near as beautiful and his yellow headdress was rumpled and dirty. One day the pretty bird was flying through The Bush, escorted by two mates. They stopped briefly when they heard the cry of a fellow cockatoo who had been attacked by a vicious Red Bellied Black snake. The good-looking cockatoo thought about helping the poor bird but thought of his warm nest and the female cockatoos and left him lying in his blood and feathers. A while later, his ugly brother swooped through the same forest, and upon hearing the cries of the cockatoo, he flew down immediately to help in any way he could." The old man looked up at his grandchildren. Just then, a wonderfully colourful bird dropped onto the man's shoulder, and right on cue, nipped his skin. The man nodded knowingly, "Beautiful feathers do not always ensure a beautiful bird."