My eighth encounter with the peacock

They were draining the water
From the rice paddies
Flooded by rain
In the irrigation season
The aroma of brown hull filled the air
Waah, I said
What, said the peacock

That's when I realised he suffered from Anmosia

You see, he told me,
I was sleeping
Fell off the tree
Bumped my head on the ground
The diagnosis: temporary loss of smell