The Barn Owl OF The Wise.

If the truth of the world relied on me a barn owl I would be. For it once lived an owl who was as ancient as it could be. He grew white hair from his chin to his feet. He was an owl of the wise in the wise of an owl he knew more than he could see. But he knew the truth that people couldn't bare to believe. But he told know one so the people could sleep. No secrets where spilled no stories where told but the owl knew things in he was growing old. So the owl whispered in the ear of the wind find me a wise man who doesn't mind giving me an hand. The wind flowed all through the night looking for someone to entertain the wise. Peter Flen was cleaning near a nice old man who looked like he could use a beer. The wind whispered in Peter's ear go to the pier where the owl will appear. Peter dropped his broom in marched up the pier. Where he found the white owl sitting near. The owl looked into Peters eye in gave Peter the great in waved goodbye. In then he flew away leaving Peter with a wink. The owl was free in the world was awake in great hands because now the people were wise. The owl laid near a rock on the pier in promised to never awake unless the world was in fear.