almost every bird thought it should be king. the only bird that stayed quiet was the quetzal. the quetzal wanted to be king, but his feathers were a dull brown,and he looked quite plain. he didn't think anyone would choose him.
the quetzal went to the road-runner,a vary colorful bird,and said Your feathers are beautiful but are you too busy being the messenger of the roads to become king. lend me your feathers. I'll return them after i become king, and I'll share the wealth and fame with you.
At first the road-runner said no. But the quetza would not stop asking him. At last the road-runner agreed.