Your body contorts, though oddly is doesn't seem to hurt. You can see your reflection in a nearby puddle, realizing that you have been turned into a peacock. You try to sigh but end up making a weird peacock noise instead. You tell the other birds to shut up about their desires for mates, and to discuss these matters privately as to not disturb the public, but they mock you. Resigned, you make your way back to your house, hoping that Genie Lamps understand bird sounds.
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