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The Owl of Nuu.

I remember writing this story!

“Woe is me, for I see the world as it should be.” Said the Owl of Nuu, all sullen and sad, and beaten and bruised. “I’ve wandered these woods,” He said, “night after night, without a glipse of hope, or a beacon of light. I Search for many answers, for questions unknown, by the threads of my mind, and the marrow of my bones. I fly and I fly, yet much to my dismay, I find myself staring, at the same old array, of bushes and branches and shrubbery and shade. I can’t seem to expose one simple way, to explain or explore, this endless display, of ideas and beliefs I see everyday. Within myself; Yet I’ve nothing to say.” Having said his say, so dreary and dark, The Owl of Nuu began to embark, on a journey less fortunate, than those of his peers, who bounded and leaped, without dreams without fears. And upon his arrival, to a rotting oak tree, he was met with a shriek, so shrill and eerie. Off to his left, a few yards at most, was a fat little fly tied up to a post. And up from above, like an angel of death, came the large lady spider, expelling a breath, “And now I shall eat you, from the inside out, the pain will be unbearable, let there be no doubt. I’ll sink my fangs into your chest, and suck away at your life, and extract all your blood, leaving nothing for your wife, but a cold souless shell, and a bitter reminder, that all is not well. Let your remnance be a cruel, and calous display, of what happens to flys, each and every day.” “Stop,” Yelled the Owl of Nuu, all sullen and sad, and lost and confused, “can’t you see you’re in error? Can’t you see what’s at stake? This fly has a life, and a wife for christ’s sake! He’s done nothing bad, nothing worthy of this. He’s wronged you in no way, and don’t forget how he’ll be missed. So I beg on my knees, ever so graciously, let this fly live, and return to his family. Lady Spider grinned, for she had a thought, “I’ll let the fly go, but you’ll take his spot!” And with that the fly left, without a word or a whisper, back home to his wife, his mother and his sister. “There is one problem,” said the Owl of Nuu, “I’m an owl and you’re a spider; I’m too big for you!” “You’re quite right,” said spider dangling in the air, “cut off your wings for me. It’s only fair.” So the Owl of Nuu, all sullen and sad, and scared and confused, cut off his wings as he’d said, while spider cackled with glee, and returned to her bed. “Woe is me, for I see the world as it should be.” Said the Owl of Nuu, now missing his wings. “Without both of my wings, I cannot explore, the vast reaches of this forest, or answers I’m looking for.” So the Owl of Nuu, all sullen and sad, lost all of his hope, or what little he had. He would remain the Owl of Nuu, all sullen and sad, without a thing to do, about the confusion that will devour, and destroy the Owl’s mind, every single second of every single hour. Until one day, When the Owl of Nuu, still sullen and sad, only older now too, died in his bed, without a movement or a sound, to eternal peace was he bound, down a path of clarity, from which he was led.