|
Owl Boy One day a little boy was walking home from school, admiring his brand new JO* issue jeans. He was in no hurry to get home and decided to practice his pitching. So he dropped his backpack and picked up some stones. He spotted some beer bottles off the the dirt road and began throwing at them. He wasn't good at his aim and missed all his throws. That didn't amuse him so he picked up his backpack and continued his slow walk towards home. He picked up a walking stick and pretended to fight his shadow in a sword fight. That was no fun. Further down the road he suddenly heard a sound of an Owl way up in the Pine trees on the hill. Fear came over him that according to tradition, Owls were something to avoid at all cost and that something bad would come his way. So he began to focus more on hurrying home instead of goofing off. He looked to the trees from where he heard the noise but could not see the Owl. To be safe, he picked up his pace in hopes if he didn't see the Owl, nothing would happen. Then he heard the Owl again. And this time he saw the Owl. The Owl was huge, almost the size of a man the boy guessed. The Owl began to take flight in the boy's direction and that was no comfort to the lad as he hoped for quiet walk home. Soon the Owl was straight up above him, circling to pick his moment to attack. Then without warning the Owl made a dive at the lad. Just as the bird was in striking distance, the boy ducked to the ground causing the Owl to retreat for another attempt. The boy jumped to his feet and quickly was in full run, with his backpack pounding his back. All he could thinking of was the fact that something awful was about to happen to him. The boy began to scream for his mother but he was still so far from home that she nor anyone could hear him. The Owl began to make his second attempt at the near panic boy. Again the the boy ducked to the ground to avoid the Owls attack. After the second dive, the boy began to cry out loud. He cried for help so loud that he just knew someone would hear him. But no one heard him and still was far away from home. His legs felt rubbery from running and the fear about the evil bird. He stopped long enough to catch a brief rest before he continued, trying to think of something to get rid of the nuisance of the bird. He began to run full pace again and all the while looking where the next attack would come again. Like a silent wind, out of nowhere the Owl burst from the sky a third time. Just as the bird was upon him, by accident the boy fell to the ground. He scuffed his knees and the fall ripped a hole in his brand new jeans. That made the boy mad. He was no longer afraid. He was angry now. In frustration, he picked up a hand full of dirt and threw it into the air at the bird which had little effect. Because the bird was no where near. The boy stood in defiance yelling to the bird, "come on you stupid thing. Come and get me. I'm not afraid of you"!!! But just then he realized something that he did. He looked into the sky and seen that the Owl was about to make another dive at the boy. But this time the boy had a plan to get rid of the Owl. He laid down in the dirt like he was hurt and holding his knee as a wounded rabbit. Then sure as luck would have it, the bird was on his way down. The boy waited for the right moment to execute his plan. Patiently he waited, lying in wait to conquer his fears of owls. Slowly the Owl descended straight for the hurt boy. The claws spread out to grab hold of his head. Without another second to spare, the boy took a hand full of dirt and threw right up into the bird's face. And quickly causing the evil bird to change directions and back into the air. The boy waited a while before getting to his feet. He looked around and noticed that the owl was flying back to the Pine trees from where he came. And the little boy was very happy that he had won the battle with the Owl. The boy hurried home and made it back in time for supper. His dad asked if anything exciting happened at school. The boy grinned and said, "Oh nothing. Just a little encounter with our neighborhood owl." His dad said, "Oh that silly bird again? Maybe when you grow a little bigger, he won't think you're little animal." Then the mother spoke out and chided the husband, "That isn't nice to say about your son. How would you like it if King Kong picked on you? Now eat. * JO is Johnson O'Malley |
|
|