Chapter 6 - Another visit to the author
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A/N - Hiya! This has nothing to do with the story but I was wandering around the
garden where my dad works and noticed it had an uncanny resemblance to the
Labyrinth complete with its own owl that lives in the roof of one of the barns. I
thought it would be quite cool to write a little bit about it. Anyways, I'm running all
over the place this week so I won't be able to update until Wednesday at the earliest.
Bye!
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Lily made the finishing touches to chapter five and decided to call it a night. She had a
very important college interview the next day and was determined to make a good
impression. To top it all off, her art exam was only three weeks away. Christ! That
was quick. Just then, her dad walked in excitedly,
"Lil, you've got to see this. The owl's come back!"
"What owl?" she said with astonishment.
"The one at the big house that I built a nest for."
"Oh, that owl."
The big house was across the road from Lily's house. Her father worked in the garden
but the owner was never around. Probably one of those millionaires who are
constantly on the move for tax reasons. As she followed her father into the garden, the
sun was already setting and dusty orange rays shone from between the trees. The
garden looked strange in the evenings, especially in the winter when the sun was still
bright but there was a deathly chill to the air. The morning frost still hadn't left the
ground and sparkled like glitter in the twilight. The garden was made up of a network
of walls and hedges decorated with grotesque statues here and there. At the far end it
gradually led into a wild forest. Her father led her to a big ewe tree, one of the oldest
outside the New Forest. There, perched majestically on one of the lower branches, was
a large barn owl.
"Wow," the girl gasped. "He's amazing!"
"Better than those screech owls we saw in Normandy." her father agreed. "I'm hoping
if this one finds a mate, they might roost here. It almost looks like that on in that film
you like."
"Yeah, he does a bit."
"What do you mean a bit?" said the owl "I'm the real deal!"
"I beg you're pardon?" said Lily in manner suggesting shock.
"I said, he looks a bit like the owl in that film of yours." her dad repeated and went
back to clearing some fallen branches a few yards away.
"He can't hear me." said the owl.
"Oh." said Lily, making a mental note to stop eating so many green fruit pastilles.
"Are you that writer who does those alien stories?"
"Um...yes. Are you..?"
"Yes."
"What are you doing here?"
"I somehow got the impression that you were deviating from the plot of you're latest
little work. You haven't even got to the Naming ceremony yet!"
"I'm getting there! Give me time."
"And goats! What was that about?" said the owl.
"I like goats!" Lily protested.
"Oh shut up. Just stop the Hilarity/Thomas crap and get on with it!" and with that the
owl flew away between the trees.
"Well that was weird!" said Lily quietly and decided to go home for a lie down.
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A/N - Hiya! This has nothing to do with the story but I was wandering around the
garden where my dad works and noticed it had an uncanny resemblance to the
Labyrinth complete with its own owl that lives in the roof of one of the barns. I
thought it would be quite cool to write a little bit about it. Anyways, I'm running all
over the place this week so I won't be able to update until Wednesday at the earliest.
Bye!
******
Lily made the finishing touches to chapter five and decided to call it a night. She had a
very important college interview the next day and was determined to make a good
impression. To top it all off, her art exam was only three weeks away. Christ! That
was quick. Just then, her dad walked in excitedly,
"Lil, you've got to see this. The owl's come back!"
"What owl?" she said with astonishment.
"The one at the big house that I built a nest for."
"Oh, that owl."
The big house was across the road from Lily's house. Her father worked in the garden
but the owner was never around. Probably one of those millionaires who are
constantly on the move for tax reasons. As she followed her father into the garden, the
sun was already setting and dusty orange rays shone from between the trees. The
garden looked strange in the evenings, especially in the winter when the sun was still
bright but there was a deathly chill to the air. The morning frost still hadn't left the
ground and sparkled like glitter in the twilight. The garden was made up of a network
of walls and hedges decorated with grotesque statues here and there. At the far end it
gradually led into a wild forest. Her father led her to a big ewe tree, one of the oldest
outside the New Forest. There, perched majestically on one of the lower branches, was
a large barn owl.
"Wow," the girl gasped. "He's amazing!"
"Better than those screech owls we saw in Normandy." her father agreed. "I'm hoping
if this one finds a mate, they might roost here. It almost looks like that on in that film
you like."
"Yeah, he does a bit."
"What do you mean a bit?" said the owl "I'm the real deal!"
"I beg you're pardon?" said Lily in manner suggesting shock.
"I said, he looks a bit like the owl in that film of yours." her dad repeated and went
back to clearing some fallen branches a few yards away.
"He can't hear me." said the owl.
"Oh." said Lily, making a mental note to stop eating so many green fruit pastilles.
"Are you that writer who does those alien stories?"
"Um...yes. Are you..?"
"Yes."
"What are you doing here?"
"I somehow got the impression that you were deviating from the plot of you're latest
little work. You haven't even got to the Naming ceremony yet!"
"I'm getting there! Give me time."
"And goats! What was that about?" said the owl.
"I like goats!" Lily protested.
"Oh shut up. Just stop the Hilarity/Thomas crap and get on with it!" and with that the
owl flew away between the trees.
"Well that was weird!" said Lily quietly and decided to go home for a lie down.
