Write an autobiography of peacock
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My name is peacock. I am a medium sized bird. The pheasant is my relative. I live in India. I am very beautiful. I spread my colourful tail of feathers like a fan and dance. People love to see me dance. They have also developed a dance which is called peacock dance. They collect my colourful feathers and use them in their art and craft projects. Lord Krishna used to wear my feather in his head band.
My life span is 20 years. I like to eat insects, plants, seeds, and flower heads. Sometimes I munch on small mammals and reptiles so that I get the proper nutrients. I am scared of wild dogs, cats, raccoons and tigers. They are my enemies.
Oh this is a lovely one. Mention how you were born in the woods with mountains all around. Give a description of the lovely view that you would get from your ‘home’. Mention about the family into which you were born – brothers, sisters, mom and dad and of course the entire clan. As time progressed, you started becoming more beautiful with the development of the long, colorful feathers. Describe how because of the posture that God gave you, you have the power to even digest something as poisonous as a snake. Talk of the delight when you would fly from one hillock to the other. Talk of the lovely view that you would get. Also mention how people would revel on seeing your long feathers and the riot of colors on your body. Talk of how you would dance when the rain gods would shower you with their blessings.
Then talk of how one day, this beautiful peahen came visiting you. Give a brief description of the peahen – beautiful eyes, etc. And for the love of your life, you opened up your beautiful feathers. How with great difficulty, she finally gave in and you were then ‘married’ to this beautiful peahen called Rose. Then came the kids. Basically let your mind run wild.
Lastly, talk of old age and death. Old age need not necessarily only be painful. The positive side is the wisdom that you gain with aging. How you kept guiding your family out of harm. And finally, one fine stormy night, you fell silent.
Add some pictures. I think that should give you a perfect piece.