My next story is about the Peacock. He is the most royal of birds–or so he thinks. When I shine down with my bright rays, he loves to open up his feathers to show off all his wonderful colours. How he gleams with emerald gold, purple, and azure! Why, he is so shining, that he considers himself a worthy rival to me! But he was not always so bright and beautiful. His life abruptly changed when, one day, as he was pecking grass by the lake, he met the goddess Juno. He knew that his chance for transformation had come . "Divine Juno, lovely goddess," he said, "Why are my feathers so plain and ordinary? I want to be beautiful. I long for everyone to admire me. And in fact, I want to be the most indisputably magnificent bird in the world. You are a goddess. You can do this for me in an instant. If you work your will, even the Emperor would admire and envy me. I pray, Dear Goddess–make me magnificent."