
The morning sun was bright, and the grassy meadow was wide open. A proud purple peacock strutted through the field, showing off his magnificent blue feathers. He felt like the king of the meadow.
Suddenly, he heard a soft rustling sound in the grass.
Swish, swish, woosh.
The peacock stopped in his tracks and tilted his head. He looked down and saw a long, golden snake winding through the clover.
The peacock’s eyes went wide. He thought to himself, “Wow! Look at that! I’ve got a perfect catch today!” He lowered his yellow beak, ready to swoop down and snatch up a mid-morning snack.
But just as he was about to jump, the snake paused. The little snake didn't run away. Instead, he looked up, flicked his tongue, and looked right into the peacock's big eyes.
"Oh my goodness!" the snake hissed happily. "What a beautiful woosh sound you make! Your blue feathers are absolutely spectacular!"
The peacock froze. His beak was still open, but he didn't feel like swooping anymore. No one had ever complimented his woosh before! He felt his feathers puff up with pride.
"You... you think my feathers look nice?" the peacock asked, blinking in surprise.
"They're amazing!" said the snake, coiling up into a friendly loop. "I was just gliding by, and I couldn't help but stop to admire them."
The peacock smiled and tucked his feet back under him. He realized that this little snake wasn't a snack at all—he was an excellent audience. And the snake realized that the big bird wasn't scary after all.
From that day on, the peacock didn't look for a "perfect catch" in the grass anymore. Instead, he looked for his favorite golden buddy, and the two spent every sunny afternoon sharing the meadow together.
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