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Even though the town had grown large, the old owl still sat in the Town Hall tower, reminiscing about his youth when his friends roamed the meadows and he was able to scare them with his swoops.

“In those days we played wonderful games!” The owl sighed. “You spread your wings and life was one big celebration. Hoo! Hoo! Is there anybody left down there?”

At that very moment, a small bird thudded against the owl’s side and sang out, distraught: “Help me please, kind and wise owl. Show me the way to Africa, I have to get back there immediately.”