I opened my eyes. So dark. I couldn't see a thing. I had been in the darkness for what seemed like forever, but the darkness never bothered me. I was so into the food around me, that I didn't bother looking around me. But I decided that escape was necessary. I had nothing around me, so I simply used myself. There was an odd thing on my mouth. I used that to "peck" my way out of my dome of captivity. All of a sudden light reaches my eyes. It hurt, but I soon get accustomed. I was only half way done with my pecking, and an odd sensation fills my ears. My brain tells me that the name of the sensation is sound. I hope to learn more of sound, after I finish my escape. At least my easily broken shell has been defeated in a long and hard battle against me! I hear more sound. Soon after the strange light had been accustomed to my eyes, I saw many strange beings. Many had feathers, and were a bit bigger than me. Others had robes and were 100 times my size. I tried to get their attention by hopping u and down. To no avail. I opened that excellent digging device in my face to see what would happen. A small screech came out. How interesting! I keep trying out these screeches until a robed creature comes towards me. Sound comes from a similar device on his mouth.
"Would you look at that? Such a small delicate creature! Gorgeous really! Thomas! Come here!" Another creature comes towards him.
"Yes Mike. It's an owl. You work in an owlery. Honestly, you need to get used to it!" The first creature, Mike, looks down at his feet. I felt bad for him. But I learned from the creature Tom. I learned that I was an "owl" and in an "owlery." I looked at the other creatures. Could they be owls too? I screeched to them. A big one came over to me. He screeched too. I understood what he might have been saying. "Welcome to the owlery! I am Rowena, a fellow owl. You will be sorted soon, good luck." I screeched to show that I understood. Rowena left. I looked at the robed creatures. Mike came over again.
"Hey little guy!" He said to me. "You're gonna be sorted now, you like that?" I hooted (another noise I had learned to make). "Well we need a name for you little guy. How about…Hedwig? That's an interesting name. We like to name our owls after historical wizards or witches. But let's go get sorted. You'll like it Hedwig." He picked me up and brought me to a new room. A little hat was on a table. Mike brought me onto the table and put the little hat on me. I felt noise in my ears.
"Wow what a great owl," it said. "You have a lovely wingspan, perhaps you're a post owl! Or maybe since you are so beautiful you should be a model owl! For Owl Weekly! But you're personality seems compassionate, so you could be a pet owl. Would you like that?" In my head I said that I would like that. The miniature hat yelled sound out. "PET OWL!" I smiled. The first time of my whole life I was part of a group. I was so excited to start my new life. As a pet owl. As perhaps a friend to a young wizard or witch. But I didn't know the wizard that would be m friend would be so amazing. As a person, and a friend.