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Stalked by an Owl
An entry in Elfboy's journal made me think of this. So without further ado....
It was about 11pm and I was on my way back home from dinner at my parents house. You see, my parents live out in the boonies, so there's no light polution...just the light from the car. I was about a mile out when a big truck passed by. I noticed it narrowly missed hitting something on the road. At first, I thought it was a peice of crumpled newspaper but as I slowed down I saw it was alive. It was a fuzzy little owl. I stopped my car and jumped out. The owl seemed dizzy or disoriented as I walked up to it. "Hey little guy.." I said, "You'd better find a better place to hang out, or you'll get squashed." The owl just sat looking confused. I tried nudging him to the side of the road with my boot, with limited success. Instead of moving over to the side of the road, he hopped up onto my boot. So here I am, standing in the middle of the road in the dark with an owl on my foot. I walked over to the roadside and tried to wiggle the owl off my boot with no luck. "Shit." I muttered and walked to the trunk of my car--owl and all--and grabbed an old Sisters shirt out of my "just in case" clothes stash. I wrapped the little guy up. As I brought him into my car, he made a little laughing sound. "Hahaha" warbled the owl. What on god's earth was I going to do with a confused owl? Out of desperation, I turned around and went back to my parents' house. Once in their driveway, I told the owl to stay in the car...and don't poop or anything. "Hahaha" the owl responded. My parents were just getting ready for bed, when I burst in and announced: "I have an owl." "You have a what?!" my dad asked. "An owl. I found it on the road. It jumped onto my foot and wouldn't go away. It's in my car now." So my mom followed me downstairs and I grabbed the owl--who didn't poop or anything--and showed him to my parents. "I think he's still a baby." My mom said. She found an old bird cage and put in fresh water and a warm towel. "Hahahahaha" the owl went on. The next day, we took the owl to the country vet. He fed the owl little bits of mice utill he was strong enough and then set him free. Thats it. That's my owl story. I need a tissue.
Stalked by an Owl
An entry in Elfboy's journal made me think of this. So without further ado....
It was about 11pm and I was on my way back home from dinner at my parents house. You see, my parents live out in the boonies, so there's no light polution...just the light from the car. I was about a mile out when a big truck passed by. I noticed it narrowly missed hitting something on the road. At first, I thought it was a peice of crumpled newspaper but as I slowed down I saw it was alive. It was a fuzzy little owl. I stopped my car and jumped out. The owl seemed dizzy or disoriented as I walked up to it. "Hey little guy.." I said, "You'd better find a better place to hang out, or you'll get squashed." The owl just sat looking confused. I tried nudging him to the side of the road with my boot, with limited success. Instead of moving over to the side of the road, he hopped up onto my boot. So here I am, standing in the middle of the road in the dark with an owl on my foot. I walked over to the roadside and tried to wiggle the owl off my boot with no luck. "Shit." I muttered and walked to the trunk of my car--owl and all--and grabbed an old Sisters shirt out of my "just in case" clothes stash. I wrapped the little guy up. As I brought him into my car, he made a little laughing sound. "Hahaha" warbled the owl. What on god's earth was I going to do with a confused owl? Out of desperation, I turned around and went back to my parents' house. Once in their driveway, I told the owl to stay in the car...and don't poop or anything. "Hahaha" the owl responded. My parents were just getting ready for bed, when I burst in and announced: "I have an owl." "You have a what?!" my dad asked. "An owl. I found it on the road. It jumped onto my foot and wouldn't go away. It's in my car now." So my mom followed me downstairs and I grabbed the owl--who didn't poop or anything--and showed him to my parents. "I think he's still a baby." My mom said. She found an old bird cage and put in fresh water and a warm towel. "Hahahahaha" the owl went on. The next day, we took the owl to the country vet. He fed the owl little bits of mice utill he was strong enough and then set him free. Thats it. That's my owl story. I need a tissue.
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