Across the width of the shiny railings a wooden stick was dragged. Beneath the beady eye of the peacock quite a lot of skin sagged. Through lack of sleep. The peacock wished he had a penny for every time he was awoken. he longed for a decent nap without the pattern broken. All he wanted was sleep. So he became an angry peacock and showed his venom in his tail Out shot each and every eye on the feather a picture of beauty to unveil. He wanted peace and quiet. The children delighted in this act and thought he was putting on a show. They dragged their sticks furiously Little did they care or even know. So the peacock refused to sleep slumped in a corner forever and a day. Then came along a peahen dull as dishwater the peacock was excite, didn't know what to say. She is dull but I will compensate for that He shook his feathers to impress. The little lady strutted by oblivious thought he was in fancy dress. Well.