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The dove spent all night cleaning up the owl. At dawn, the owl scrabbled to his feet and sighed happily. “I had a wonderful dream. An angel was floating over my head telling me a beautiful fairy tale.”

“That was me,” the dove cooed cheerfully. “Now try your wings.”

The owl spread his wings and flapped them.

“Thank you, little one, for cleaning my feathers,” the owl exclaimed. “I feel as light as a feather. Now we’re ready to start looking for your home.”