Mr Peacock Mr peacock had never known about the birds to which his last name originated and was quite fascinated when he found out. "You mean to tell me after all this time I've been named after a gay bird?" He asks humour in his voice. I nodded chuckling myself. "Cally, you do amuse me" he states, I look up at the elderly man with innocent eyes. "But it's true!" I say, he simply rolls his eyes. So later that day I went to an animal farm and stole a Peacock...the trick is to walk out like you own it. To show to him, but the bird kept squawking and making retarded noises. I clamped down on it a little harder so it couldn't escape and carried on. When I reached Mr Peacocks house I was most astonished to see that it wasn't there anymore, there was no sign of an elderly man and no sign at all of a house of any kind. "So this is a peacock?" Mr Peacock's voice surrounds me I look around the open country side confused, there was no-one in sight. I looked down to the beautiful bird and it stared intently back. "You can put me down now" he tells me, I jump in shock and the bird lands gracefully on the floor and me not so gracefully next to it sprawled on the pathway. I then begin to laugh. "OH THE IRONY!!"