"There once was a little white stork. He had the most beautiful feathers in the entire flock. Every day he would go down to the pond and with his friends and get dirty from the mud while playing, but afterwards he would always go back home to his family and they would wash off all the mud so his feathers could shine again.
One day the little white stork was playing by the pond alone, he heard the shouts of hunters coming from the flock and quickly ran over to save his loved ones. When he arrived there was no one around. He called out for his family, and for his friends but there was no reply. So the little white stork began walking, in hopes to find his flock. But he never did. He walked and walked until he reached another small pond. Looked at his reflection and noticed that he was still covered in mud, but when he tried to wash it off he found that it did not come away and his beautiful white feathers had been dyed a muddy brown.
The little white stork grew up to become a kind brown stork, for his family had taught him to remain polite no matted the predicament he found himself in. But, everywhere he went the kind brown stork found himself mocked and laughed at for his ugly muddy feathers. Over time the kind brown stork became less and less nice, until one day he stumbled across another pond. Bending down to drink he noticed his reflection in the water and he saw that his eyes, once pure and radiant, had dulled and were now as muddy and dark as his feathers. The once kind brown stork realized what he had become and wanted to change back.
But it was too late."