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One day he learns of the demise of his father’s friend and a relative Lord Sebastian. After the funeral he asks the daughter Alice, now a young lady, to come and live with them on their estate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Alice, now orphaned,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Accepts his invitation.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On her arrival she meets young Henry, another cousin. They become good friends. Henry, having finished high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Plans to go to the university next year.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is an extraordinary boy, and a prodigy. Philip employs Atkins, a retired professor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To teach Alice and Henry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Although a dogmatic believer in science, Atkins is often defensive before Henry’s radical insights and his strange beliefs in mysteries of nature. Henry argues that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nature is full of mysteries, Still beyond the reach of science.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must accept natural phenomena without skepticism, he says, and to understand nature, you have to be in complete empathy with it, rather than confront it. Nature chooses its own moments of revelation for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the one who has faith and belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;in Its existence.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alice finds Henry’s insights illuminating, and sees new worlds opening up before her. The three -- Alice, Henry and Philip -- go out riding together. They sing, dance, play the piano and are exhilarated in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;each other's company.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alice with the help of Henry also befriend the small,&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious town folk. Along with their new little friends, Alice and Henry begin to explore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3419/1878/1600/peacock%20forest2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" height="337" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3419/1878/320/peacock%20forest2.1.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the magical ‘peacock forest’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3419/1878/1600/zfat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She gets to know many interesting tales about the forest, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Which is also known as lover’s paradise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Henry tells her that the forest reveals itself only to a fortunate few and it has its own rules. To everyone’s pleasant surprise the peacock forest takes a liking to Alice and starts revealing&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful things in her presence. Like the forest, Alice too is magical &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Someone who can do great things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The owner of the peacock forest is an Indian Chief, 'Bee Keeper' as the town folk call him. They say he can read the future. Bee Keeper, now a very old man with no children, is worried for the forest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He sends word to Philip that he wishes to sell the forest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Philip learns from his mother Lucia, that his father and the old man were good friends, that his father had wanted the peacock forest, and had offered several times a good price for it, but that Aristotle had been reluctant to part with his beloved forest. Now the old man offers to sell it cheaply, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Philip decides to buy the forest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Philip's mother tells him that it is time he should be getting married, but Philip is wary of the 'society' girls around. Lucia suggests that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Alice would make a good wife.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Philip is visited by his old friends, a poet and a writer. Having heard interesting tales about the forest, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3419/1878/1600/zfat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3419/1878/320/zfat.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They decide to have a picnic there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While partying, they come across Samuel, a local town boy nicknamed Cacofonix. The boy’s passion for playing the violin was great, but he was never any good at it.&lt;br /&gt;One day, Cacofonix leaves home, and nobody has heard of him since then. Now suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3419/1878/1600/golden%20peacock.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a changed Cacofonix appears, and to everybody’s surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Samuel plays lovely music on the violin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They all talk about the mysterious nature of the forest. Philip, who considers himself a realist, says that he does not believe in such things. He declares that the tales about the peacock forest are all made up, and that there is no truth in them. The party suddenly gets animated with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3419/1878/1600/golden%20peacock.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the poet sighting a golden peacock.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except Alice and Henry no one seems to have seen it. The poet explains that this is because none of them believes in it. They all discuss this. One day, in town, Henry and Alice meet Edward, the son of their Driver. Edward tells them about his trip on the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pushpaka Vimanam (a celestial vehicle, which has always a vacant seat left). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he sees the local postman who was behaving strangely. He tells them about the post man, who wanted to get down half way through, as he suddenly remembered his young wife who is long dead. It was rumored among the town folks that he was suspicious of his young wife and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;her death is still a mystery.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, from the townsfolk, Henry and Alice learn of the death of the pos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tman, who had died in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;his s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;leep of a heart attack.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Philip proposes to Alice and decides to gift the peacock forest to her on the day of their engagement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But he first wants to put a fence around the forest&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When Alice and Henry find out, they protest. Alice argues that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the peacock forest is nature’s gift to everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Should not be fenced&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Philip tells them that they have no knowledge of business matters. Alice disagrees, saying that since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the forest is his gift to her,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;she would like it to belong to everyone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To her displeasure Philip goes ahead with the fencing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;On the day of their engagement, Philip discovers that Alice is missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They look all over the peacock forest but do not find her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Only Henry and his little friends know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;she has become another mystery of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the peacock forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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