Henry felt the wind brush up against his brown wings as he made his way to the weeping willow. His large black eyes lit his way, along with the stars that twinkled in the night sky. Xia would be waiting for him.
The young barn owl brought his feet out in front of him and gripped a branch causing the entire tree to sway. His speckled back rubbed against the tree bark and his heart shaped face was cocked up towards the moon. Late again he sighed. Henry’s sharp ears could hear Xia’s small boots making his way up to the branch.
“About time!” complained the impatient squirrel beside him, “I was about to go ahead without you!”
“You would get lost.” Henry stated.
“Okay oh Great Wise Owl! Show me the way!” Xia shouted sarcastically.
Xia’s green scarf flapped around in the wind, and the silver buckles on his boots caught the light of the full moon. It really did make him look like a hero. Henry flapped his snowy wings and flew into the air. Xia reached out to him with his brown, furry paws. One look from him told Henry that he was ready. He dove down and caught Xia with his long talons. Xia wrapped his paws around Henry’s legs and they both flew into the night.
“So… where should I drop you off?” asked Henry when the Peoples’ Den was in sight.
“By the 1st story window on the east side.” Answered Xia.
As soon as he was over the ledge, Xia let go. For a brief second, he was flying, and then landed with a small thump. The white paint that coated the frame of the window was beginning to chip, and the glass was starting to come out. Where the two separated was a small hole, just big enough for him to get through. Xia found himself in the Kitchen above a stainless steel sink, which covered half the counter top. The floorboards were dusty and the ceiling had a huge crack running down its center.
Xia could hear the mice in the wall behind him scampering around. They always did a good job spying on the Peoples who lived here; making sure Xia was never caught.
“Hurry.” They whispered. The Peoples were already waking up.
Xia crossed the floor to a table. He climbed the legs of a chair to reach the top. There was, still, the Jump, One big leap to get to the food across from him. Xia took a deep breath and jumped. He had barely caught the edge when the noise of People feet engulfed the room. Quickly, he took a bag off of his back and lay it down next to him. The purple grapes sitting on a beautiful glass plate were the closest things to him. So, he dumped all of them into his sack and made his way towards the window again. The footsteps were getting louder and were beginning to shake the ground. Xia whistled, softly, to Henry who was waiting in an oak tree next to him. He gently heaved the grapes higher up on his shoulder and grabbed Henry’s legs. Time to deliver these thought Xia.
“Where to?” questioned Henry.
“To the creek.” Replied Xia.
Small whining noises could be heard, coming from a small shrub by the water. Xia let go of Henry and made his way over to the possum living there. Immediately, a small possum jumped out and thanked him. His fur was sticking straight up, making it look like he had received a shock from an electrical outlet. The grapes Xia had taken were for the small possum.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” The possum said in a jittery voice.
“It was nothing, sir.” Said Xia.
The young barn owl brought his feet out in front of him and gripped a branch causing the entire tree to sway. His speckled back rubbed against the tree bark and his heart shaped face was cocked up towards the moon. Late again he sighed. Henry’s sharp ears could hear Xia’s small boots making his way up to the branch.
“About time!” complained the impatient squirrel beside him, “I was about to go ahead without you!”
“You would get lost.” Henry stated.
“Okay oh Great Wise Owl! Show me the way!” Xia shouted sarcastically.
Xia’s green scarf flapped around in the wind, and the silver buckles on his boots caught the light of the full moon. It really did make him look like a hero. Henry flapped his snowy wings and flew into the air. Xia reached out to him with his brown, furry paws. One look from him told Henry that he was ready. He dove down and caught Xia with his long talons. Xia wrapped his paws around Henry’s legs and they both flew into the night.
“So… where should I drop you off?” asked Henry when the Peoples’ Den was in sight.
“By the 1st story window on the east side.” Answered Xia.
As soon as he was over the ledge, Xia let go. For a brief second, he was flying, and then landed with a small thump. The white paint that coated the frame of the window was beginning to chip, and the glass was starting to come out. Where the two separated was a small hole, just big enough for him to get through. Xia found himself in the Kitchen above a stainless steel sink, which covered half the counter top. The floorboards were dusty and the ceiling had a huge crack running down its center.
Xia could hear the mice in the wall behind him scampering around. They always did a good job spying on the Peoples who lived here; making sure Xia was never caught.
“Hurry.” They whispered. The Peoples were already waking up.
Xia crossed the floor to a table. He climbed the legs of a chair to reach the top. There was, still, the Jump, One big leap to get to the food across from him. Xia took a deep breath and jumped. He had barely caught the edge when the noise of People feet engulfed the room. Quickly, he took a bag off of his back and lay it down next to him. The purple grapes sitting on a beautiful glass plate were the closest things to him. So, he dumped all of them into his sack and made his way towards the window again. The footsteps were getting louder and were beginning to shake the ground. Xia whistled, softly, to Henry who was waiting in an oak tree next to him. He gently heaved the grapes higher up on his shoulder and grabbed Henry’s legs. Time to deliver these thought Xia.
“Where to?” questioned Henry.
“To the creek.” Replied Xia.
Small whining noises could be heard, coming from a small shrub by the water. Xia let go of Henry and made his way over to the possum living there. Immediately, a small possum jumped out and thanked him. His fur was sticking straight up, making it look like he had received a shock from an electrical outlet. The grapes Xia had taken were for the small possum.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” The possum said in a jittery voice.
“It was nothing, sir.” Said Xia.