Roland desperately wanted to buy Gavin’s ranch. As he sat on Gavin’s porch eating steaks, he tried to convince the man once more.
Roland took another bite of ribeye as crowds of Gavin’s peacocks stared intensely at them from the yard. “Ranching is problematic,” he said. “A lot of the animals mutated while coming to the colony . Seems the spaceship’s shield didn’t block everything. A lot of animals weren’t viable anymore. How about your peacocks?”
“They changed a might,” shrugged Gavin. “Doubled in size. Couple other changes.”
“Makin’ any money?” probed Roland.
“Got orders to beat the band from Earth. Giant peacock feathers are in fashion.”
“Razor-Wolves are a real problem.”
The native predators truly were a threat. A small pack could slice a cow to ribbons in seconds.
“Not for us,” said Gavin.
Roland shifted in his seat. “Feed for the birds gotta cost a lot.”
Roland’s mouth worked. “Well, whaddya feed ’em?”
Gavin tossed half his steak over the railing. Peacocks gobbled it up in seconds.
He smiled. “I feed ’em Razor-Wolves.”
Written for the weekly Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers writing challenge. Look here for the original prompt and a blue link to other stories: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2015/11/17/fffaw-week-of-11-17-2015/