When peacock met his one great love across the mighty divide he knew instantly that he had found a rare beauty.
It was beholding of him he knew to attract the fair hen with a show of his magnificence and grandeur.
Each day he’d show off his feather and finery wanting to impress the humble hen by his spectacular display, the strutting and prancing, his tales of bravery and courage, of victory and achievement.
Peacock sidled up to the hen, fluttered his magnificent tail, and made an all out effort to win her affection.
Hen looked at the enthusiastic peacock and rubbed her head against his flank. She liked him as he was, show was not necessary, for she knew a good cock was hard to find. She was proud to be his mate.