Hornbill Conversation
The Missus is angry, Rufous told his wife.
Are you sure? She sounds like that a lot.
Her husband just flew off with the babysitter.
That young thing! What? His wife was outraged.
I think so.
The wife grabbed the binoculars.
That’s not the babysitter; that’s his son!
His son looks like a girl, Rufous said.
I have told you this time and time again.
Male peacocks are the pretty ones.
The plain ugly brown ones are their wives.
Rufous did not want to acknowledge his wife’s smartness.
So he kept looking, hoping something would happen to validate
At least a tiny bit of the story he fabricated about the neighbors.
His wife smirked, knowing exactly what her husband was doing.
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