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The Peacock Adventure

 

The Peacock Adventure

The feathers were shining. The feathers shimmered on the ground in the early morning sun like some exotic flower, and when I found one, I picked it up and hid it for future use. I found more and did the same. They were beautiful, but none of them were perfect like the ones that remained in the creature's magnificent display! 

I had to have one of the perfect ones! My little 5-year-old mind formulated a rudimentary plan: I would corner the creature in the henhouse. Miraculously, my plan worked…but not completely!


You see, the bird was as determined to keep its glorious plumage as I was to get one! I grabbed one as tightly as my little fingers could grip, and at that point, reality was altered! The creature became 12 feet tall and nearly as broad, and proceeded to drag me by the shoulders from the yardbird enclosure.

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