Peacocks are Just Not Good Housepets

I don't believe this. It's happened again. I never should have let my daughter talk me into letting a peacock stay in the house. Yes, it was a good gesture rescuing it from a closed nature reserve but come on. Look at this. Another spotted feather. And another. And another. It's like living with Hansel and Gretel and their trail of breadcrumbs. I am so sick of this. I just want this place as clean as it used to be.
"Sarah! We need to have a talk. Right now."

"Yeah, Mom."

"When I agreed to let you adopt a peacock I didn't know you were going to just let me do all the work cleaning up after it. I hardly think that's fair now. Do you?"

"No, Mom. I'm sorry. I'll do better. I just don't want to see her sent to some butcher just because she's a little messy and not very bright. Please, please, give her another chance."

"Look, it's not just the feathers all over the place. Her clumsiness is making the mess worse. I don't want to hurt you or her but something has to give. She broke my alarm clock last night and I was almost late for work this morning. I can't afford to get fired over latenesses."

"Okay, okay, but please? Can't we have another chance?"

"Fine, but if anything else happens... I swear I will turn her into dinner myself. Is that understood?"

"Yes. Can I help you clean up in here?"

"That would be lovely. Start by getting the vacuum."

Good. Now that is sorted I am going to start with the couch. Let's get these cushions off so Sarah can vacuum it. There's the TV remote. I was looking for this. What is all over it? Ew! That's it! "Sarah!!!"

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