Gavin, the grouse, annoyed
everybody. He boasted and bragged constantly about how beautiful his
feathers were, how they shined, how they were perfectly shaped and how
they had just the right amount of speckles on them. Nobody in the meadow
could stand being around him. If any of the other animals did something
wonderful, Gavin had done it better. He was simply annoying.
One sunny summer morning
Gavin was strutting about, stopping to preen his feathers and boasting to
every animal that was about, whether it was a ladybug, a salmon swimming
in the stream, or another bird. He heard a strange noise off in the
distance. He’d never heard it before. He could tell it was a bird of some
sorts, but didn’t know what type. He listened carefully. The strange bird
made another noise. It wasn’t an eagle, it wasn’t a crow, and it certainly
wasn’t a robin! What was it? Gavin headed toward the noisy bird. He was
curious and wanted to know what on earth was making all that racket.
As he passed behind a
rather large patch of yellow gorse, he saw the bird. Gavin gasped. It was
a beautiful bird. Its feathers were blue-ish green and its tail feathers
were nearly five feet long. It had a crest, or crown of thin feathers on
its head, that danced around when he moved and some of its feathers seemed
to have beautiful golden eyes in them. Gavin was frightened. He’d never
seen a bird like that before, nor one so beautiful and magnificent. "You
can come out from behind the gorse," the peacock called to Gavin. "I’m
Preston," the bird cawed loudly.
Gavin came closer. "You’re
beautiful," he said to the peacock.
"I know," boasted the
peacock. "I’m the most beautiful bird in the glen. I’ve got the prettiest
color of feathers and isn’t my tail just splendid."
Gavin looked at the
peacock. It certainly was beautiful, but he didn’t like the way Preston
was talking. "Yes, your tail is rather lovely," he replied.
"Lovely? Yes, I’m lovely.
See how the sunlight makes my feathers so shiny? They sparkle like
emeralds. I’m quite, quite beautiful," Preston bragged.
Gavin listened for a while
to the peacock, then said, "I’m sorry, Preston. It was jolly good meeting
you, but I must be off. Cheerio." He quickly ran into the meadow, heading
as far away from the peacock as he could. As he was running he spotted
Laura, the ladybug sitting on top of a thistle. "Laura, you must stay away
from that peacock. He’s simply horrid. All he does is talk about himself.
His feathers are beautiful, they sparkle, his crown is beautiful, and his
beak is beautiful. It’s utterly sickening the way he boasts."
Laura looked up at Gavin.
"It is sickening, isn’t it, Gavin. Now you know what we have to listen to
when you do the same thing."
"Me? I don’t boast and
brag! Of all the nerve," Gavin said, feeling rather annoyed.
"Believe it or not, it’s up
to you. But it’s true," Laura said and then flew off.
Gavin stood there for a
moment. "Imagine that. Me boasting? Never," he said. Just then he heard
Preston cawing. "Oh dear, time to run." He ran through the meadow as fast
as he could.
He spotted Bridget Bee
flying around a hawthorn bush. She was taking pollen from some of the pink
flowers growing on it. "Bridget. Bridget. You must stay away from Preston,
the peacock."
Bridget landed on a leaf
and asked, "Why’s that, Gavin? What did he do?"
"It’s simply annoying. All
that peacock does is boast about how wonderful he is and how magnificent
his tail feathers are. You’d think he was the only beautiful bird in the
glen."
Bridget made a few buzzing
sounds. "It’s not fun listening to someone like that, is it, Gavin?"
"Not at all!" he replied.
"Now you understand what we
have to listen to all the time when you come around. You are a boaster and
bragger, just like the peacock!" With that, she flew away.
Gavin stood there, shocked.
"Me? A boaster? Me? Like Preston? Never!" That was two times he was told
he was like that. They were mistaken. He never sounded that annoying, did
he?
Preston’s ear-piercing caw
reached Gavin. "Oh dear. I must hurry off, far away."
Gavin ran and ran and ran
until he was in the other side of the meadow. "I’m safe now. Of all the
nerve, boasting and bragging like that! I’ve never heard such nonsense."
Max, a furry brown mouse,
was sitting on a hollow log. He saw and heard Gavin’s words. "Say, Gavin,
are you talking about yourself?" he asked the annoyed grouse.
"Whatever do you mean? I’m
talking about that annoying peacock, Preston. I can’t bear to be around
him. He does nothing but talk about how wonderful he is, how pretty his
feathers are. It’s simply annoying. I must say," Gavin explained.
"Ah," Max replied. "I don’t
know if anyone’s mentioned this to you, but you are as annoying as the
peacock. You do the same thing. None of us want to be around you. We run
when we see you coming."
"What? Me?" Gavin said,
confused.
"Yes. You! We’re as tired
of hearing you as you are of hearing the peacock," Max explained. "Nobody
has prettier feathers than you do. Nobody’s feathers are as perfect as
yours. Nobody’s feathers shine like yours. It’s tiring, Gavin."
Gavin sat down on the log
next to Max. "I didn’t realize I sounded that way. I’m so sorry. Well,
from now on, there will be no more of that. No more boasting or bragging
from Gavin, the grouse!"
Just then a loud caw echoed
through the meadow. "Oh no. He’s coming!" Gavin said. "We’ve got to hide!"
He and Max crawled inside the hollow log and hid. Preston the peacock ran
by, cawing and mumbling to himself about how beautiful he was. Gavin and
Max started giggling. It sounded so funny, so silly. They didn’t come out
until they knew Preston was gone.
From then on, Gavin never
boasted again. In fact, he told the other animals how pretty their
feathers, or fur, or scales were. It didn’t take long for every animal in
the meadow to become friends with Gavin. Whenever they heard Preston
nearing their meadow, they all went into hiding. Never being able to find
anyone to brag or boast to, Preston soon stopped coming there. It became a
peaceful meadow once more. |