The Mouse and the Snowy Owl

This post is dedicated to my owl loving friend Denise. Special thanks go to Michael for translating one of my stories again!

The Mouse and the Snowy Owl

“So you were almost eaten by that brown owl, right?” croaked the old owl to the little fieldmouse, who sat next to her on a branch high up in a spruce tree. They were silhouetted in the light of the full winter’s moon. The mouse looked up to the owl: “And now I won’t be eaten?”

“What do you think, little mouse?” asked the old owl.

“I don’t think so,” answered the mouse.

The owl laughed a deep throaty laugh. “So, so. That’s what you think – and why not?”

“You’d have eaten me long ago.”

The owl’s eyes twinkled. “Maybe I’ll change my mind. How about that?” „The Mouse and the Snowy Owl“ weiterlesen