Once, a chameleon living in the forest thought of going to the city and impressing people by showcasing his skill of changing colors. He went to the nearby city. There, he saw a man sitting on a chair in a government bungalow, wearing a white cap on his head.
The chameleon approached the man and said, “I am a forest-dwelling chameleon. I possess the art of changing colors. Wherever I sit—on a leaf or a flower—I blend into its color.”
He continued, “Let me show you
my art.”
He sat on green leaves—he
turned green.
He sat on a red flower—he
turned red.
In this way, the chameleon
changed colors and demonstrated his skill to the man.
The chameleon asked, “Can you change colors like me?”
The man laughed and said, “What’s so special about that? I can change colors while sitting right here in this chair. Just look at my cap.”
The chameleon looked at the man’s cap.
In an instant, the cap turned green, then red, then blue, then saffron. Finally, it turned white again.
The man was changing colors so effortlessly that the chameleon was astonished.
He said, “I’ve never seen a human change colors like this. Who are you really?”
The man calmly replied, “I am always seated in the chair of power. That’s why I’ve mastered the art of changing the color of my cap.”
The chameleon felt cheated, let down. Nobody dared compete with her in changing colours. But now with her face red and her body green with jealousy for the leader, she just crept on the tree and looking down at the human-chameleon said, I am defeated mate. Better is our forest and its inmates who would never change colour for selfish ends
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