November 17, 2013
As the sun slowly sets its brilliant colors of yellow and gold, behind a row of long needled pine trees, and the full moon, with all its mystique, begins to rise, the nocturnal animals begin to stir. Across a harvested cornfield, on the prairie, in a majestic hickory tree sits Mr. Ollie Owl.
As he begins to open his eyes, blinking several times, Mr. Ollie Owl notes the brilliant stars in the moonlit sky. Time to wake up from such a sleepy slumber. All of a sudden, the sound of Autumn leaves, on the nearby trees, rustle in the breeze and startle Mr. Ollie Owl. “Whoo, whoo,” he declares. “Whoo, whoo is there?” he inquires. “Whoo, whoo could it be?”he wonders. Since Mr. Ollie Owl did not hear a reply, he told himself not to worry. Again, the sound of rustling leaves. “Whoo, whoo,” he declares. “Whoo, whoo is there?” he inquires. “Whoo, whoo could it be?”he wonders. Again, no answer to his many whooing questions.
Finally, wide awake with sharp, bright eyes, Mr. Ollie Owl leaves his warm, cozy nest from inside the cavity of the majestic hickory tree. Stretching his wings wide, he soars through the moonlit sky, searching for whoo could have startled him. Still unable to determine whoo it could be, Mr. Ollie Owl perches upon another nearby tree, a majestic maple tree.
Mr. Ollie continues to search for who is whooping at him. He eventually returns to his majestic hickory tree and finds Miss Olivia Owl still whooping for Mr. Ollie Owl.