My grandma owned two peacocks that she kept in a cage with her chickens. One morning, she checked her cage to find that all the chickens were dead. Every last o

My grandma owned two peacocks that she kept in a cage with her chickens. One morning, she checked her cage to find that all the chickens were dead. Every last one. The peacocks had chased the chickens in circles all night, pecking and slashing, slowly but surely wearing away at the poor things until they dropped dead of blood loss and exhaustion. Peacocks are lazy, evil bastards. Basically geese but flashier.