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The Peacock (for Niagara)



Niagara (White Peacock)

“My tail is bigger than yours. It’s thicker, and more vibrant. Don’t think that they don’t notice a missing feather,” He glowers. “Or how that one on your left side is bent. They’re here to scrutinize and I’m sure you can see that I am the better choice.” “I have assets,” he boasts, “I have a stock pile of property in the upper barn, -- Haystacks, that are perfect for her nesting” He stretches out his plumage and continues on. “I don’t know how you hurt your foot,” he says, turning his body ever so slightly to show off his rear. “But either way just look at you!” He howls. “You don’t belong! Now go get lost, scram! Go eat with the ducks.” He closes his tail, spreads his wings and with a leap he flies off. I watch the peahens that had gathered, “What was he thinking?” the peahens laugh out loud. They turn their smirky faces towards me as they distance themselves. They were right I didn’t belong, so I closed my tail and I walked away.

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