My 29th encounter with the peacock

The peacock was perched under a tandol tree
Practising spitting
It's an annual ritual among peacocks
We have a spit festival

He informed me: I want to see how high my spit can reach
The world peacock record is higher than a white jamoon tree
What have you managed, so far, I asked?
I've just about achieved a kevda status, he said

Just then, a blob of spit
Fell into his eyes
Damn, said the peacock
That's why, I hate gravity