In a distant town, a jester named Will embarked on his antics. One morning, he noticed a bold rooster perched on a fence, crowing loudly. 'Good sir,' said Will, 'why do you crow at dawn? Do you see yourself as the sun?' The rooster, ruffled with pride, responded, 'Nay, good jester, I am the herald of daybreak!' Inspired, the jester had a brilliant thought. 'If you can crow so grandly, can you learn to sing?' The ambitious rooster nodded. They practiced daily—clucks from the rooster and Will strumming his lute. At last, under the moonlight, the moment for their grand performance arrived. Townsfolk gathered, filled with joy. The rooster stepped up, cleared his throat, and unleashed a dreadful squawk that silenced the crowd. Will, unable to contain himself, laughed, 'Alas, fine fowl, are you a rooster or just a hen in disguise?' The townsfolk erupted, declaring, 'Nay, he is neither! Just a bird of a different feather!' Thus, the jester learned a lesson in humility, realizing that everyone must find their own song in life, leaving all cheerful, for a fool knows not when to caw.