Post by Slite on Jan 22, 2007 15:06:38 GMT -5
A Short story by me, Slite:
Marella was tracking down the mouse; timing was perfect the mouse had just stopped to eat some grass. She silently swooped down and just as she was inches from the mouse, some clumsy owl landed right on top of her! The mouse hurried away. “Get off of me you stupid owl!” she said “Oh, very sorry, Madam. My gizzard is dizzy from hunger” said the owl. He tumbled off and started dancing in a bazaar manner. What in Glaux name is this owl doing? She thought. He spread out his wings and flapped them; he made the laughed in the soft chirring barn owls sometimes used. Then she remembered she had met this owl a long while ago; he was one of her chick hood friends!
“Noctus is that you?”
“Yes, Marella, it’s me”
“Would you care to go hunting with me?”
“I’d love to”
Together, the two young owls went hunting. After they caught a flimsy vole each they stopped and chatted. Noctus abruptly swooped down and snatched a rat. As soon as he flew back up he said “It’s all yours” and nudged it toward her. She chirred happily and swallowed it. Noctus, in a clumsy manner, scooted closer to her and started preening her feathers. After that, each night they met and hunted together. Noctus, one day said to Marella:
“Have you ever heard of the legends of Ga’Hoole?”
“Yes I have”
“My gizzard has a feeling tonight that I should tell a story of Ga’Hoole to somebody. To somebody I love”
“Me.”
“Yes the story of dreams of knightly owls, from a kingdom called Ga'Hoole, who will rise into the blackness and perform noble deeds. Owl's who speak no words but true ones. Owl's who's only purpose is to right all wrongs, to make strong the weak, mend the broken, vanquish the proud, and make powerless those who abuse the frail. With hearts sublime, they take flight...”
“Oh, Noctus I love you”
“I love you too”
As if in silent agreement they both flew off looking for a nest
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Their first egg was hatching. CRACK!! Noctus poked his head closer to look. “What a lovely egg tooth”, they said together. “Oh, Noctus, I believe you should name this little one.”
“Great, I have the perfect name for the little guy”
“Yes?”
“Kludd”
Kludd, she thought What a frinking name, Oh, I get it he’s joking, that is NOT the perfect name for our little owlet.
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Little did she know at the time, he was not joking, and it was the perfect name for Kludd….
