In the big square of Claremont, animal parade festival had come to an end. The lovely peacock had won, followed by the little bird that belong to Samuel West. The councilman was beyond disappointed that he could not win in this year festival. He was so certain that his new mesmerising bird could win the contest. Then he would be satisfied. A party would be thrown to celebrate his winning.
Regardless, he put a big smile on his face, congratulating the winner who was a local man from the poor neighbourhood in the capital. He shook his hand firmly and hugged him briefly.
"Well done, Mr….?" Trailed Samuel.
"Lucas Herbert, Sir." Replied the winner, introducing himself proudly.
"Mr. Herbert, your peacock is wonderful." Exclaimed Samuel.
"Thank you, Sir." The man bowed at him, showing gratitude. He could tell from the suits that Samuel wore, he an elite. An important one. "Your bird is very captivating. Especially the eyes."
"Thanks, Mr. Herbert. This one is very dear to me."
