"Hey you, beautiful bird!", a male voice calls to you. Your eyes remain closed, a part of you hopes that he will be discouraged if you act like the other owls, as you know for a fact that you look just like all the other owls. You try a hoot, since everybody is sure you can't do that since you learned to speak with humans. The princeling, for he must be one with the shiny headwear descents his horse and climbs up your tree to your branch. Up close humans just look weird to you. "Don't worry."
Comments
0No comments yet.