The Secret of the Owlish Visitor

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The clock hit the 11 pm, the lights went out so I was surrounded by darkness. Only the chimney illuminated a part of the library of my home. Not only the atmosphere was scaring because of the mortifying darkness but also there was a raging storm outside. Also, I heard a weird tickling in one of my windows which was not coming from the storm itself.


Cautiously, I went to the window, grabbing a large metal stick just in case. What I saw was nothing else but a tiny owl that wanted to enter and hide from the storm. I let it in and shook his whiteish wings and make funny sounds. Knowing that I had to find something to dry the poor bird, I let him alone for less than five minutes and go on the search for a warm sheet. Hardly had I arrived, the owl disappeared. I sighed, hoping the owl is ok and won't catch a cold - or whatever illness the birds have. I grabbed my lantern again and went to the side of the chimney to get warmer again. While I was reading my favourite fantasy book, a red lace fell onto my head. Obviously, I let a screech of terror by the touch of the material.


I, in fear, raised my watch only to find the owl above the chimney, building a small and cozy nest for it - and maybe its eggs? I relaxingly smiled and continue reading. The lights came up and I was able to boil some water to give to my new roomy, that cheerily went to the glass and drank it.

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