Cherry Blossom Tree is where I met you... *H2OVanoss*

Getting along too well.

Jon's POV.

Cherry Blossom Tree is the name I gave to my favorite Tree. Every day I would go by and check on her. Today is Tuesday and e sun's going down. leaving colorful stripes in the sky. I stopped by and saw her, healthy and powerful. I was about to leave when I noticed a feathery ball on the bottom of the tree trunk. I came closer to it and the ball moved. Popping a head out. I stepped closer analyzing the problem.

Hoo-hoo...

It was an owl, its left wing all bloody and feather less.
"Hey fellah," I said, coming closer to the creature.
The owl didn't moved but just stared at me. I kneeled down and stretched my hand to it. It stated at my hand and for a previous moment, the creature used its claws to get closer to me. While he struggled I took off my blue sweater a gently, covered the owl in it. In its eyes I could see the needing he wanted from me.

The wind blew cold stripes of air, making the owl shiver and dig deeper trough my sweater for warmth. The creature purred at its touch and soon accustomed to it. All I could see was his broken wing, all bloody, making me wonder what or who did this.

(Thirty minutes later...)

In saw my home at the distance and jogged to it. Stepping on the doorsteps and taking out my house keys and unlocking the door. Once we were in, I locked the door and went to the bathroom. The owl seemed to notice and looked t me curiously. I went to the bathtub and gently put the owl down. The owl didn't seem to like it for it started too flap it's broken wings.
"Woah! Hey I'm trying to help you."
I grabed the owl gently and let the water run warmly over the creature. The owl seemed to like the warm water, for the bathtub was full with it and it star ted to float on it. I chuckled at its actions and saw the creature trying to get close to me.
"Oh no no. First we get you clean, then we patch you up."
The owl tilted it's head up, looking at the ceiling. I took the creature out of the tub and started to gently dry it with a towel.

(Time skips after Jonathan patches the owl up.)

The owl stood on the counter of the kitchen, looking and tilting its head different ways. I chuckled at its curiosity and went to grab some tuna fish for the owl. I opened the can and pur it down, the owl went straight at it and ate chunks of tuna.

We're getting along too well.