The Peacock
On his head the Peacock carries a
crest of twenty-four
beautiful feathers, and behind him
a train more
gorgeous than that of any princess.
When he is
pleased he lifts up his train and
spreads it out like a
fan a fan of such beautiful colors
and so delightful
a pattern that it could not be made
for a king's
ransom. In the molting season these
feathers drop
off, and then the Peacock is so much
ashamed of
himself that he hides away until they
grow again.
His wife is not so richly dressed;
indeed, the poor
thing is quite a dowdy person.
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