The owl settled on a branch midway up the tree, overlooking the pool. She stayed silent for a long moment, as she gazed into the deep water; after studying the formation of the lily pads.
She sympathised with Willow’s anxious behaviour as she weighed up the situation. There was definitely trouble brewing – there was no doubt about that. However, the final water lily was in a position that it was partially covered by the reeds making it difficult to decipher.
She whispered encouraging words to Willow and told her that the cat was surely due to visit soon with news.
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The Angry Farmer 