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“Hello,
everybody. Look at me.
I’m the
prettiest peacock you’ll ever see.
Aren’t I
lovely, look at me now!”
She
preened her feathers and shouted, “Wow!”
The
other flamingos in the pond
Turned
to see who was making such a sound.
“She’s
not a peacock! She’s quite strange!”
All the
flamingos whispered, out of her range.
“Hello,
everybody. Look at me.
Why
aren’t you coming to touch, feel free.
My
feathers are soft and I have so many shades.”
But the
flamingos ignored her and continued to wade.
A tiny
flamingo chick flew over to see what was going on.
“You’re
not a peacock.” And then he let out a yawn.
“You’re
a flamingo. Your feathers look like mine.
You’re
not a peacock, a llama, or a swine.”
When the
chick walked away, she let out a sigh.
“I’m not
a peacock? Oh me! Oh my!
I do
look like the others. My feathers are orange too,
With a
nice shade of pink and some coral; there’s no blue.”
She
shrugged her wings clear up to her neck
And
whispered to herself, “I’m a flamingo! What the heck!”
So she
stood on one leg and closed her brown eyes
And fell
asleep – she’d grown quite wise. |
