On the subject of Peafoul.
Two well dressed foxes appear, seemingly from the nineteenth century. However, they are not from said era--they just act like it. The male fox smiles and grasps the hand of his lady companion, who nods a hello to those around them.
Hello, I am Charles Milton Hastings, and this is my lovely lady friend Courtney.
How do you do. Courtney smiles.
While Courtney and I are very happy at our home in the Honolulu zoo, there is quite a problem. When we first arrived there was a very small colony of peafoul about, and they were very pretty. We would love to watch them on their way from dawn until dusk, when we're finally allowed to move about and do other things. However, the number of peafoul had increased dramatically and we cannot handle them anymore. Why, the other day Courtney was knocked over by an inconsiderate peahen, and was left with her face in the mud until one of the landscapers came about and picked her up and turned on the sprinklers. Charles looks a bit ruffled at the memory of this, but quickly returns to his peaceful apperance. He glances at Courtney.
If you please, we would like advice on what to do so that the peafoul stop bothering us. We've spoken to them, but they won't listen. We were wondering about moving some of the cactuses in the garden over to our side and around us at night, but the humans may return them to their original spots. And how do I convince the peachicks that my dear Charles is not Willy Wonka? I think that may be part of the problem, since the chicks keep asking him to let them into his magical secret candy factory. If I remember correctly, too, the peafoul never used to come around here so much before they had that outdoor television installed on the other side. Please help us. Courtney gives a pitiful look.
Yes, please do.
Hello, I am Charles Milton Hastings, and this is my lovely lady friend Courtney.
How do you do. Courtney smiles.
While Courtney and I are very happy at our home in the Honolulu zoo, there is quite a problem. When we first arrived there was a very small colony of peafoul about, and they were very pretty. We would love to watch them on their way from dawn until dusk, when we're finally allowed to move about and do other things. However, the number of peafoul had increased dramatically and we cannot handle them anymore. Why, the other day Courtney was knocked over by an inconsiderate peahen, and was left with her face in the mud until one of the landscapers came about and picked her up and turned on the sprinklers. Charles looks a bit ruffled at the memory of this, but quickly returns to his peaceful apperance. He glances at Courtney.
If you please, we would like advice on what to do so that the peafoul stop bothering us. We've spoken to them, but they won't listen. We were wondering about moving some of the cactuses in the garden over to our side and around us at night, but the humans may return them to their original spots. And how do I convince the peachicks that my dear Charles is not Willy Wonka? I think that may be part of the problem, since the chicks keep asking him to let them into his magical secret candy factory. If I remember correctly, too, the peafoul never used to come around here so much before they had that outdoor television installed on the other side. Please help us. Courtney gives a pitiful look.
Yes, please do.