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The Fox and the Owl
I am not an owl any more than I am a wolf or a cat. It's important that you accept that, or you'll never really understand where I'm coming from.
However, I carry an owl around inside my head. I don't know its name; it seems like a silly thing to ask. Mostly, it stays inside my head, but sometimes it hangs out on my balcony -- bigger and golder and whiter than a real owl has any right to be. Val notices it more often than I do, which makes sense in the same way that Max and I can sneak up on Uncle Rex but a stranger couldn't.
Aside from that, the owl mostly minds its own business. Ghost owl, spirit owl -- whatever you choose to call it, it's fairly uninterested in the physical world. Why it decided to hang out in my head specifically, I don't really know. It's just one of those things. That doesn't mean I'm not happy to have it around most of the time. It makes for good company, and it lets me know fairly powerful things that I wouldn't otherwise.
Occasionally, it decides to take a more active role, for reasons of its own. I'm inevitably chagrined when I notice, which doesn't usually happen until I've already outlined my eyes and fluffed my hair out to look more like feathers.
I guess there are some times when tricksters need to be rescued and wisdom steps in; all I know is that I'm restless.
However, I carry an owl around inside my head. I don't know its name; it seems like a silly thing to ask. Mostly, it stays inside my head, but sometimes it hangs out on my balcony -- bigger and golder and whiter than a real owl has any right to be. Val notices it more often than I do, which makes sense in the same way that Max and I can sneak up on Uncle Rex but a stranger couldn't.
Aside from that, the owl mostly minds its own business. Ghost owl, spirit owl -- whatever you choose to call it, it's fairly uninterested in the physical world. Why it decided to hang out in my head specifically, I don't really know. It's just one of those things. That doesn't mean I'm not happy to have it around most of the time. It makes for good company, and it lets me know fairly powerful things that I wouldn't otherwise.
Occasionally, it decides to take a more active role, for reasons of its own. I'm inevitably chagrined when I notice, which doesn't usually happen until I've already outlined my eyes and fluffed my hair out to look more like feathers.
I guess there are some times when tricksters need to be rescued and wisdom steps in; all I know is that I'm restless.