Love

There once was a wizard. He or she had a type of pet-peeve that excluded his barn owl. It hated burns. "Hello wizard," said the barn owl. "On the nightstand lays a scroll of encouragement." "On the cabinet in the bathroom, near the sink, lays a bathrobe." "Next to the sink I shall commute that there is a small hole of feeding for mice." "Ah! Yes, my barn owl. Do you know the enchantments I have placed on all items in the place of bowel movements?" "The bathroom."

'Fellow adventures! Who agree to the enchantment scrolls that I have foretold, I ask thee to pardon my uncle Bob for his mistakes, among high justifications? Alle Younge men should creep. It was this day that I married your Queen, of small foxes, renowned for her sweet empathy.'

It is I who says what goes with this story of barn owl, adventures, and mean wizards. The wizard created a futuristic fortunetelling portal that showed: a man in pink garments with cross embroiled onto his chest that had a hay arm and was bleeding hay like a scarecrow could lose his or her arm to a simple bird swinging with wings down like an anvil. The wizard was amused, the barn owl squawked, and the portal closed as the wizard looked into the eye of God or how would I say the camera of narration. It grinned.

"Yes, Feverfill?"

"Loathe no Moe."

So suddenly the crowd of the entire city of mice creeped away, and it was then on the place of hanging for pretend that I see a red riding hood enwrapped around a gray mouse that had burnt whiskers. It was the Queen, of small foxes, who had a much smaller mouse or mice that was simpler than a lab rat, who could bring a crowd of broken crowns into a green army men encampment (child's play really) and could believe that the hole he could not see but a corn kernel passed once every hour or so into the hollow streets of the mice city was filled with more and more and more of those sweet treats. Feverfill said his goodbyes. One to his uncle trapped by his scrawny neck on a fathomed mousetrap the other to his dear wife, and wide inhale. I also see, smaller than a doorknob, a white rat in I.

'There is a myth that all of the world came to an end on the day of Eden, and it was Adam who fell last after that of Eve; but a wizard (another different wizard he had whispered and muffled away from the barn owl) created a spell before the lights bellowed. So, this of course was the spell of enlightenment, which, because you are tall and handsome unlike your other barnyard owl friends that are not in my whale bone cage, I will cast.' The spell flared flailed and feathered differently than any other spells too the barn owl, who had white eyes a brown cuffing like a lion's mane yet yellow down to even his feet. Even the brown grassy spell of lies that willowed on the floor like a snake moving through sand. It was blue like fairies only tale --baby blue bottom-- and hit the barn owl in the left eye.

So. A flash had happened. Even so. Feverfill jumped through the hole, landed on a perfectly white bathrobe that one could find on a cruise ship, and metamorphized there was a tiny man, bigger, yet brawnier than he. "Quickly! I must..." Feverfill had tried to speak another word, but he was in the wizard's trap now, which was time for the scroll of encouragement. "It!"