Shakes wrote:
...2 dollar PBRs...
Two dollar Pabst? Where exactly is this place? I'm thirsty.
Shakes wrote:
No leader board provides a preening area for the unavoidable local peahen.
When the circus truck jolted over a rut and its back door flew open, depositing the Peacock and its cage on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere - the cage not undamaged - the Peacock inside had no choice whether to brave the perils of the unknown or to remain enslaved. He stepped outside the broken bars and hunkered down in a dry ditch. By light of dawn he found himself on the verge of a prosperous farm.
No sooner had he become oriented to his surroundings than a Rooster jumped upon a fence nearby, to vent his lungs on late risers.
"Now there is real work," reasoned the Peacock, "and besides, I would look much better than that fellow in doing it." So he jumped up next to the Rooster and emitted his harsh croak. The Rooster was sorely tested by the unpleasant noise of this Adventurer and retired to the henhouse for consolation.
Farmer Jones heard the Peacock's cry and looked out the bedroom window to find out what was wrong. Blinking in disbelief, he shouted to his wife, "Martha, something terrible has happened! The Rooster has gone psychedelic and it cost him his voice!"
"That it did," Mrs Jones agreed. "Not for me, you understand, but for the good of the farm, I think we better get us a more ordinary Rooster."
This was of course not necessary. But as Farmer Jones was no procrastinator, the mutant in his barnyard was put out of his misery, and Mrs Jones partially relieved of her own, shortly before breakfast.
And what does Peacock taste like?
Actually, it tastes a bit like Unicorn.