Morgan cringed as she opened the gate, wondering who was making more noise, Yvette or the peacocks. The woman’s yells had turned to screeches of anger, and Morgan was worried someone would be hurt. And it wasn’t Yvette she was particularly worried about. The peacocks were not doing anything wrong, but it seems like they might be the ones harmed, one way or another.
Yvette Grant pushed her way past Morgan standing by the gate and barged into the courtyard.
Shaking her finger in Morgan’s face with one hand, she used the other to smooth her shoulder-length brown hair back in place. “Those birds are a menace. They should be gotten rid of immediately before they kill someone.”
The peacock nearest the gate opened his mouth and let loose the loudest cry he could, Morgan swore he was taunting
