Twist in the tale

Perhaps, all of you have heard of the story of a crow as pitch black as ebony who wanted to be white.
And he prayed and prayed for miracles, for a rare and random sight of an angel descending from heaven to fulfill his wishes. His prayers were so strong that it consumed him and he thought of nothing else. He wept and prayed, wept and fasted for a miracle. And then, one day, quite by accident, his wish was granted. He was flying towards the sun when the rays stung tears in his eyes and temporarily blinded him. He fell. He fell all the way down into a pot of white paint. When he got out he had paint all over him. So he went to the river to wash himself. In the reflection he saw that he was as white as the storks and swans. God has, at last, answered my prayers he said, I am as white as snow. He was happy. At last, he was white. And he flaunted it. His friends admired his whiteness. His white feathers glimmered in the sun. He looked at all the crows around him, and said, "I am the fairest in the land. I am the best". The crows flew around him, puzzled and confused. He was certainly a crowd-puller. But slowly the other crows began to look at suspiciously and set him apart. He did after all look white. But they praised him and all the praising and compliments got the better of him. He thought to himself, I am white now, so I am better off. Now, I shall make friends with birds of the same feather. So, he went to the storks. The storks started laughing at him. He has such short legs , they said. He went to the swans. The swans started mocking him. He has no neck, they said.
Weary, tired and misfit, this crow returned to his nest. All along I wanted to be white. Now that I am white, why am I not happy. I am not like the other crows nor am I like the swans and storks. Where do I go now? What shall I do?The old crow, the wisest of all smiled at him and said, “Its because child, you are a white crow in a black world. Your feathers may be gleaming white But your heart is as black as a coal. You can take the spots out of the leopard but the leopard will always remain a leopard”.
This is a twice told tale. But unlike all twice told tales this one has a twist. A cutting edge. This was a clever crow. His Corvus intelligence told him that he has made a mistake But there has to be a way out of it. What could I do to make up for it, he thought. Then an idea came to him. He came to his colony and spoke to all the other crows, “Do you know why God made me white, it is because God was creating me, He ran out of black paint. Then God did not know what to do. So He took the best out all his creations and put everything into me. And he said that you will appear white to all, but the cleverest and wisest one, - only the one with a mind's eye can see you as black. So the crow asked, who among you can tell me that I am black – my true color.
All the crows looked at each other, confused and baffled. Everyone saw that he was white, but no one wanted to admit that they were fools. Then the stupidest crow (who always wanted to be the wisest) spoke, "I can see that you are black". The other crows looked at him horrified, how could it be that they all see him as white when the dumbest one among said he was black. It couldn't be. One by one, every one of the crows admitted that he was black. Satisfied with himself, the white crow smiled and said, “If I am black to you then, no doubt, all of you are very very wise.” And from that day onwards , no one said that he was white crow. For them he was as black as ever.
Happy with himself, our crow, slowly made himself one among the crowd.