Turnip thinks he’s a peacock. You and I both know he’s not, of course. The plumage on his head is pretty, but not nearly as showy and magnificient as a peacock. And then there
is the fact that he only has one eye. But you couldn’t convince Turnip that he’s any less fantastic. Even a passing glance will cause him to puff out his chest, unfold the small feathers atop his head, and strut about like royalty.