The old owl was very observant, this was why she was Observer of the forest; she loved solitude, had excellent vision and along with her nocturnal ways she had three (among others) of the required skills needed for the role she had been selected for.
The long sentence some called it.
The forest dwellers settled in for the night; sleeping safely and peacefully or getting ready to prowl for prey. The wise old owl cocked her head slightly to the left.
She clenched her talons briefly to ready herself and without a sound, slowly flew in the direction of Willow.
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The Angry Farmer 