Haka and Phaka, the twin jackals were feeding on some juicy berries. They sat eating their berries with their mouths and paws quite blue with the juice.

They were enjoying themselves thoroughly when they saw Mor, the peacock, strutting down the path hurriedly. The poor bird looked terrified!

"Hey, what’s up Mor bhai? What’s the hurry?" Haka asked.

"We peacocks are in great trouble Haka. Humans are hunting us for our feathers. There is not a moment of peace!" Mor was in tears. "I believe they are making fans and other things out of our feathers," sobbed poor Mor.

Suddenly they heard some commotion, followed by human voices coming in their direction! Mor took off, cursing his heavy body. He just about managed to fly off to a high branch on a tree and hide himself. Haka and Phaka dived into a bush.

Soon, some tough looking men appeared. They held a bunch of peacock feathers in their hands. They looked around desperately to see where Mor could be.

"That wretched bird came this way!" shouted one of them..

"We could not possibly have got a whole bunch from that one!" said the other menacingly.

After a fruitless search, they left the forest.

Relieved, Haka and Phaka emerged from their hiding. And so did Mor.

All three started to think seriously.