Tales from The Owl: The Wind And The Rain

The wind and the rain got into a fight. The wind gave the rain great open-handed cuffs and buffets, trying to drive it back where it came from, and the rain flung gouts and sloshes at the wind, trying to drag it down under its own sodden weight.

Tales from the Owl: a Shakespeare quiz

Some time ago we promised another competition for which the prize would be a family pass to the Nietzsche Fun Park in beautiful Basingstoke. The Owl has now provided us with the material for a quiz based on his close reading of Wowliam Shakespeare, and has added a bonus prize of a copy of his own book, Hoots Mon: Conversations with Owls.

Tales from The Owl – Antagonists

 

‘Be off with you,’ said the first ant. It was his territory.

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My cowlourful life

Tales from The Owl – The Idle Owl

 

Two owls were born into the same family. The older was obedient, hardworking and well-mannered, all in all a credit to his family. The younger was idle, rude and vain. He spent all his time staring at himself in windows or ponds and bullying other birds out of birdbaths so that he could sleek and polish his feathers.

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 Immutabilities  (Wowliam Blake)

He who smiles upon a shark

shall ever bear the fish’s mark

Tales from The Owl: A Cat

 

Orange fool

crawling the earth

no matter where

you lurk in leaves

Tales from The Owl: the story of the universe

Once the world and all the planets were coloured stones in the enormous pockets of a giant named Roar. Roar was all there was and there was nothing but Roar. He stood alone in the immense darkness for billions and billions of years until an idea formed in his mind. And this was the idea: ROAR BORED. Billions more years passed. And then a new idea: ROAR PLAY. Roar’s hands went into his enormous pockets and pulled out the coloured stones.