Moral of the Proud Peacock

I shall fan you out with my feathered tail Strutting and preening Pointedly marching my peacock toes You will be amazed and faint at my feet For I am a male, and this is what peahens do You will be overcome with my glorious plumage My gorgeous blue and green feathers with pops of gold My beauty will astound you, and break you down You will melt like a snow cone at my feet. The plain brown peahen rolled her eyes. She was astounded by his modesty of course. And by his pompous arrogance. She could live the rest of her life without this in her life. She walked off, never to return to this barnyard. Where there was only one peacock. Who lived the rest of his life not understanding why she had left. Not realizing how annoying and vain he was. Moral of the story: You do not have to say every thought in your head