The Barn Owl

Behind the seven rivers and mountains was an oak forest. The sun didn't have the slightest chance here, as the oak branches were so wide and the trees stood very close together, so close that not even the thinnest ray of sunlight penetrated. "But what," the sun thought. "I don't have to be here," he stomped on his sun, sending the sky shaking and shining somewhere else. "Ahhh" the barn owl yawned as she returned from the night hunt. "You're doing well," she looked back at the departing sun. "Nobody cares about you here anyway, uh," she yawned again. "It was a hunt today," those mice are faster and faster, hmm, "she shook her head and slammed the oak door behind her. After stumbling on an overturned table and wondering if she had drowned in a flood of rubbish rolling around the overflowing basket, she sat comfortably in her dusty rocking chair. "Where I just put my glasses on," she wondered when she wanted to read forest diary, a newspaper with the most important spokes about what was going on in the oak forest. But glasses are nowhere to be seen! Under the bed she found only a pair of spiders in love and only the last crumbs in the cupboard. When she was at the end of her owl's sanity, she decided to turn to books, her dear friends, who never left her in the lurch. She pulled out a few old volumes and used a magnifying glass to read. The book, "How to Find Lost Things," was interesting at first, but after reading a few pages, the owl began to feel that the book advised her on things she had long ago done. "They say to look under the bed, he's going, I've been looking at there at least a hundred times," the owl roared. She kept reading impatiently when she… CLEAN! This blatant word stood on the last line of the last page of the book, punching so hard it made my eyes ache. Surprisingly, the owl did not suffocate. "What do lost glasses have to do with cleaning," she wondered, shaking her head. Then she looked again and very carefully through the magnifying glass, hoping the word had disappeared in the meantime. But no way! It still stood there pretty black on white. The owl gasped and tossed the book into a corner.

The owl was very reluctant to clean. You know, she didn't have many visits. She usually slept during the day and chased away poor rodents at night. Therefore, it was very unusual for her to have a book in which she had always found great support and wisdom advised her to clean up. Such audacity! As her breath slowed and her heartbeat settle, she carefully opened another book. She drove slowly line by line, ready for the worst. Oops! There was the word CLEAN again. "To all the owl quills," the owl was angry. "I cleaned last Christmas! Or the previous ones? ”She thought. "After all, glasses will be found sooner or later," she decided, and the book followed the previous one, nicely to the ground in a corner.

After the glasses, the ground seemed to fall. Unfortunately for the barn owl, a small envelope hid in the box, written in the smallest font. When the owl peered through the magnifying glass, who was writing it, she jumped in fright and dropped the magnifying glass. The letter was from her aunt in the north. It was very frugal and therefore divided the note paper into four small pieces. And what didn't fit, she wrote in small print on the envelope. The barn owl was helpless, her aunt must have written her a lot of advice and recommendations, maybe a date when she would come to visit her in the barn oak forest and she couldn't read a word. How is she supposed to write her something she hasn't read? It was completely impossible without glasses and without a magnifying glass. The owl frowned helplessly at the piece of paper. But the tiny letters seemed to bounce back and forth, merging together. "Does he have to write right now?" The barn owl said angrily. "If I don't have glasses and I'm in this precarious situation?" She growled. There was nothing that could be done, it cost a lot of effort and overwhelming, but in the end our mess owl also started cleaning.

Be glad you didn't see it! The barn owl just couldn't clean it! First, she polished the floor, then began to dust off the dust that had settled on her wherever she could. Not a trace on the polished floor! She couldn't hold the broom properly and smashed all her mugs while washing the dishes. But her efforts paid off. After hours of toil and sweat, her house was unrecognizable. The barn owl itself liked it, even though she didn't want to admit it. But glasses are nowhere to be seen! The barn owl was disappointed. She wasted so much time and still doesn't read the letter. "Nothing," the owl shrugged. "At least I'll polish the mirror when I'm so overwhelmed with the cleaning," she decided. Indeed, there was a smudge of mirror in the corner. The barn owl began to polish him and behold! Glasses found! Nicely seated behind her ears.