'There's a peacock in my bathwater, ' chirped little Tit, one bright, sunny morn.
'What's that kaleidoscope doing there? ' questioned the Indian Pond heron.
Quipped the Purple-rumped sunbird, 'Can't that big hairy lout stay near its pond? '
'Maybe he's got a good reason, ' answered the Cormorant, pecking at a bothersome frond.
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