(A/N: Hello! I just want to make this a quick, five chapter story. This is rated "K", or 5+. No flames please! This is intended for young kids! I have decided to go slow, and work my way up. Of course, if you're a kid who doesn't know what I'm saying, probably you have a mum here reading this for you.

So, enjoy the story!)

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A small sound of two owl babies running around in a grand hollow was like a storm. The walls echoed any sound, and all of the other owls asleep in their rooms, woke up.

A young mother owl woke up too. She put her wing on her children's head, so they could go to sleep again, but the owlets weren't there!

Waking up in a hurry, Primrose the Pygmy Owl ran out of her hollow, and

flapped her wings. She was soon soaring down the curves to the Grand Hollow.

Fluttering to a stop in front of her friend's hollow, she peeked her head into the door covered by leaves.

Elagantine yawned. She stretched out her wings, and said, "Yes, Primrose?"

Primrose said back, "My chicks! There gone!"

When Elagantine heard this, she got up, and flapped her way down, but couldn't fly since the walls were too close and she was too big to fly down them. She was a Barn Owl. Primrose could fly though, since she was a Pygmy Owl, which meant she was small in size. She too jumped up and glided down carefully.

When she got to the Grand Hollow, the sun was streaming in on a group of adult owls. They were mad because of the chicks waking them up in the time they sleep.

The two chicks were still running around, trying to flap and fly.

Coryn, the young king flapped up, and landed in front of Primrose.

"Your owlets woke the whole tree up, even if they don't have big talons! You children will be helping the Matron-nurse in the day time for as long as Matron wants them." He told her.

Primrose nodded. They deserved what they got, even if it was with the Matron, a Short-eared Owl. But it was just the thought. Matron had been an Owl in the Beyond. He had had strange ways. He didn't even know his real name. They called him Matron instead, even though it wasn't his name.

Primrose walked over cautiously to the chicks that had stopped running around.

They had heard what they had to do. Twenty-four hours of no sleep caring for sick and injured owls. They had to put worms and leeches on them and help the Nest-maid snakes make bedding. They had to bury their pellets that the owls yarped up. A pellet was a small pack that owls threw up in a neat bundle. It was full of bones and fur together, broken down.

The chicks looked down at the floor.

"We're sorry, Mum!"

Primrose looked at them. "You are very lucky your father isn't here. He would have had a fit! You know how annoyed he gets when you wake him up in the day. He would have asked for you to have two days of work with Matron. Now, up to bed!" Primrose shuffled her wings a bit and with her wing tips, pushed them gently toward the exit that was closer to her hollow on the seventh floor on the left. The owlets sighed, and walked to the exit.