My 24th encounter with the peacock

The peacock was munching groundnuts
In a sugarcane field
He said, when he saw me
This tastes better than the carpet in your living room

Before I could slap him across his beak
He said, I'm thirsty
I offered him decoction coffee from my thermos
He accepted it
Didn't have it, though

As we walked to a tea stall
He sat on a broken bench
And mixed the coffee with the tea

Thereby contributing (in a small way)
To the syncretism
In this part of the world