It’s a hard Owl life

Me: There are two small owls eating cereal in the kitchen.

Nell: Yes. It’s Tawny Tim and his colleague Barney. Malcolm is giving them their morning muesli while Poppy finishes baking scones for the patrol.

Me: Oh, I see.

Nell: It’s a hard life being an owl you know. You should try it some time.

Me: I don’t think I will, thank you.

Nell: You wouldn’t make a good owl. They are birds of great integrity. Wise and serene.

Me: I can be serene and I have moments of wisdom.

Nell: Completely delusional.

Me: Any sign of the Beefies?

Nell: None yet, but Robin Hoot says we mustn’t be complacent. They are probably planning something. Wretched creatures.

Me: Yes.

Nell: David and The Cat are going down to the Quay this afternoon to see if their numbers have increased. They like to gather there.

Me: Those owls look tired to me.

Nell: They’ve just come off the night shift.

Me: Not firing on owl cylinders then?

Nell: Do stop.

Me: In owl honesty, if owl else fails and I am needed, just let me know. I’m prepared to give it my owl.

Nell: You see while we are trying to protect Malcolm and Timothy all you can do is make silly owl jokes.

Me: You are right. Owl good things must come to an end.

Nell: Enough. Go and do some writing.

Me: Yes. That’s owl for now. Sorry.

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