Specifically a Barn Owl Story

Flitting through the trees, swerving like I was a racing car striving for it's victorious checkered line. The trees made not a single difference in my path and I had not but even one single black tipped feather in a place that was less than ideal, and it was effortless for I had done it all my life.

There was a singular black bat in my field of vision, a specific encounter I had never seen before. There was something so magical about it's big black eyes that I couldn't help but think to myself, 'is this a mysterious orb? Or a true specimen of the forest like myself?' Though I was lying of its distinct origin either way for this bat was a grand creature of magnificent stature, not from within any forest with narrow trees, but of a jungle with wide open spaces and tree trunks that can support multiple bears weight that could only be found in the amazon. This bat. Flying within itself as it sits by itself, observing it's surroundings in activity but curious about its environment in state of mind. There was something magnificent about it's wings, and how leathery they were, tucked beneath its armpits with such a gentle but specific disposition, and there was something so marvelous about its expression, so completely and totally genuine with little facade, that made me dive in for a closer look.

I got close enough to see that this bat had been holding omething, tucked under it's toes holding onto the bark of the oak branch. There was something... shiny.. almost.. expensive about this specific item. And the way he clutched it, you would've thought it was the most precious thing on earth. There was an expensive glint to it that showed me there was in fact a super secret rarity about this item. Something so marvelous and beautiful tucked underneath the healthy thick foot this beautiful bat carries. I felt a sudden strange feeling of both jealousy and adoration of the sight, I was both so incredibly envious of this bat for having such an object of adoration I wish to hold under my own my foot, and such a perfect state of awe for the glorious foot that the bat has to hold it under, to be able to witness such a marvelous creature (which, at this point had done nothing of my fly by besides give me a short glance). The sight of the rarity which it is it to be such a magnificent creature holding such a beautiful object of interest.

Anyway, so I flew down.

There was no mistaking the bat seeing me, though this time its expression did not change. There was no movement except for it's ears as it picked apart my expression as well as my intention, going from my 100 yards in the air to a swift and picky 5 meters facing in front of it, enough for me to be in it's line of vision but not invasive enough to be seen as a threat . It's tree facing a small grazing area surrounded by many trees, there was no cover for me besides my own apprehension and embarrassment for making such a bold statement that seemed a bit more strange as I stay here flying in place, swift movements keep my head steady but my heart still raced.

I spoke, if not for the first time in my years what potentially could have been a new chapter for the rest of them, a little call:

"Where are you going, guy?" which was not at all what I wanted to ask but seemed like a kind method of doing things. Rather than say that I was extraordinarily curious what such a specimen with such a brooch was doing in my forest it seemed best to play it safe and know my limits.

"I'm not going anywhere I'm just having a rest here."

"Well when are you going?"

"Theres not really a lot of reasons why you would need to know that."

This owl, for some reason, is flying directly in front of me, and because I stow with me with such precious cargo, I have but little time for wandering, let alone small talk.

Now, I have charisma, see. I'm a bit 'o' a charming bat, my friends and family say that I'm this or that, but I'm really not I'm just a friendly little guy. I have street savoir faire, and I tend to get a little frisky with my clients (clientele personnel of the caliber of mind) when I tell a story of my highest personal ranking. Like for instance, if I was to tell an interesting story of meeting an owl I might just perhaps put a little flare on it, y'know, a little spin. Maybe the owl was 6 feet tall, and with massive muscles and an extraordinary wingspan that stretched three of our jungle trees that could lift the wind underneath your wings with one swoop.

But alas, what I have presented in front of me is a regular owl with a thoughtfully serious yet friendly look on its face, floating in front of me now with a slightly confused and maybe insulted expression on its face.

I decided to give it a go.

"But you are such a good convincer that I'll tell you, I carry with me something so special and amazing that no bat in bat-kind would ever be able to compete!"

"Is it a brooch?" the owl asked, barely a feather in its wing beat out of place.

I acted shocked and appalled.

"No it's not a brooch! It's an heirloom! An ancient family heirloom passed down by those long tall things that walk in the woods you know the ones"

"Oh yes of course I know what you're talking about, but why do you have this heirloom if you're not going to keep it?"

"I didn't say I wasn't going to keep it I was just borrowing it."

"For what?"

"Forever" I stifled a laugh. I sure was one silly little guy.

He wasn't going to keep it.

Then what was the point of him having it then?

I swooped down suddenly and became very well acquainted with his face. Bats have narrow faces I have noticed. I decided not to cause any trouble. I looked at the curvature of his chin and saw that there was little to see in terms of meat though his bone structure was strong.

Suddenly this owl was looking right at me and I decided that there was an issue to be addressed, but only in a way that is of extraordinary couth of course,

"What are you looking at?"

"Well, what do you think I'm seeing?"

"I honestly think you know nothing of me, or my face, so I'm going to have to beg your pardon right now "

"But would you believe me if I said hope? And sparkle of your delight that is to mine."

"I don't believe anything that I can't either eat, or shit. That is my way."

"Well, I don't believe anything that contains flawed contextual practice. That is the way I want."

There was little more than I wanted than to throw something into this owls face, but as a man of charm, you tend to find ways to get around it. There are more important things in life than fighting, like perhaps ensuring the safety of the precious cargo you possess and wondering why this spirited owl has taken a sudden interest in you and your time.

"Listen,"

And that's all folks I'm in a homeless shelter trying not to freeze.

Give me 20,000$ if you want me to keep it going.

I am actually going to the maroon festival in sheldon to give this brooch to my great great grandma.

jk he doesn't say that

or does he?

find out

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