Originally posted on She Said What?:
Once upon a time there was an Owl. She was not particularly wise or particularly old, but she did like to read books, and she was always writing things. Scrawling and scratching on bits of bark and tree trunks and large flattish leaves.
The Owl had been involved with a few other birds. The first, a Hen, could not fly because she was very large and very heavy, and her Master had clipped her wings. What she didn’t realise was that her Master was all in her head.
Because the Hen could not fly she was always looking up at the Owl. She made the Owl out to be someone who was of special significance, but never saw her eye to eye, because it was impossible to see properly from tree branch to ground like that. The Owl came down occasionally to feed, and every time she talked to the…
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