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My master's 2nd year in Hogwarts, full of mischief, owl treats, boringness, what am I saying? .....................................................
I awoke to hear the noise of a banging sound.
The window busted open!
At last!
My fellow owl family has com to set me free from this cage!
A dumb-looking face, (red-haired and puppy-eyed) peered in: Drat! It was not my snowy owl clan at all! It was Harry's best friend (must be related to dogs!) Ron Weasel.
And so things happened so quickly that I squawked in fright of being missed out!
"HOW ABOUT ME?!" (Squawk, Screech!)
"Hedwig!"
"That ruddy owl!" screamed someone somewhere (How dare that fat ball of pig!)
I was crashed into a car, and during the process lost my favorite feather on the tip of my left wing. I squawked! I was saving that feather for the eagle-owl; I was planning to show it off, that evil energy that disrupted the force of the pull down to the car seat, what am I saying? Am I Cactus Puddlemore?
Anyway back to the scene that was all attention to me: of course I screeched to get my way until someone, -I was blinking- opened my cage door. I was free at last!
I stretched my wings and flew: How I felt to be free in all summer!
..................................................................................................
So back in the boring owlery: Full of bird droppings and the stench of it.
I wish someone would clean it up here everyday instead of once a week.
Do these stupid people not know that there is a gazillion birds in here and they drop at least once a day?
The door busted open: It was my master's enemy –Drago or something- carrying the owl which my heart was thumping away on.
"Stay here Flight me go annoy Pooper and Weasel."
Flight, what a wonderful strong owl name! I ruffled my feathers and started to groom myself.
Drago placed Flight on the perch thingy. ("What's that under my claw nail?)
And swept away to the door. ("Just dirt perhaps, or remains from that rat yesterday.")
The swan-owl, duchess as I recall –A dumb fancy unnatural name- started to again inch toward Flight.
She looked at me and stared me down with her disgusting eyes; well no Snowy owl will stand for that! I stared her down too; I opened my eyes wide and pierced her. We stared there for a few seconds, staring and staring each other down until the door busted open, again –Drat! I was winning you know!
It was a house-elf, coming to clean the floor of the droppings, feathers, and food leftovers.
I made sure I dropped something on the elf's head before it left: that elf ruined my moment of winning!
.......................................
So you see, my life isn't so interesting, just the things owls do as instincts.
"An owl's got to do what an owl's got to do!"
I will appreciate if you review.
It's good for me but maybe not for you.
Yet be kind and help others.
Even if it would be a bother.
So ignore my poem and click review....please?
Disclaimer: All Characters In this story belong to J.K. Rowling.
My master's 2nd year in Hogwarts, full of mischief, owl treats, boringness, what am I saying? .....................................................
I awoke to hear the noise of a banging sound.
The window busted open!
At last!
My fellow owl family has com to set me free from this cage!
A dumb-looking face, (red-haired and puppy-eyed) peered in: Drat! It was not my snowy owl clan at all! It was Harry's best friend (must be related to dogs!) Ron Weasel.
And so things happened so quickly that I squawked in fright of being missed out!
"HOW ABOUT ME?!" (Squawk, Screech!)
"Hedwig!"
"That ruddy owl!" screamed someone somewhere (How dare that fat ball of pig!)
I was crashed into a car, and during the process lost my favorite feather on the tip of my left wing. I squawked! I was saving that feather for the eagle-owl; I was planning to show it off, that evil energy that disrupted the force of the pull down to the car seat, what am I saying? Am I Cactus Puddlemore?
Anyway back to the scene that was all attention to me: of course I screeched to get my way until someone, -I was blinking- opened my cage door. I was free at last!
I stretched my wings and flew: How I felt to be free in all summer!
..................................................................................................
So back in the boring owlery: Full of bird droppings and the stench of it.
I wish someone would clean it up here everyday instead of once a week.
Do these stupid people not know that there is a gazillion birds in here and they drop at least once a day?
The door busted open: It was my master's enemy –Drago or something- carrying the owl which my heart was thumping away on.
"Stay here Flight me go annoy Pooper and Weasel."
Flight, what a wonderful strong owl name! I ruffled my feathers and started to groom myself.
Drago placed Flight on the perch thingy. ("What's that under my claw nail?)
And swept away to the door. ("Just dirt perhaps, or remains from that rat yesterday.")
The swan-owl, duchess as I recall –A dumb fancy unnatural name- started to again inch toward Flight.
She looked at me and stared me down with her disgusting eyes; well no Snowy owl will stand for that! I stared her down too; I opened my eyes wide and pierced her. We stared there for a few seconds, staring and staring each other down until the door busted open, again –Drat! I was winning you know!
It was a house-elf, coming to clean the floor of the droppings, feathers, and food leftovers.
I made sure I dropped something on the elf's head before it left: that elf ruined my moment of winning!
.......................................
So you see, my life isn't so interesting, just the things owls do as instincts.
"An owl's got to do what an owl's got to do!"
I will appreciate if you review.
It's good for me but maybe not for you.
Yet be kind and help others.
Even if it would be a bother.
So ignore my poem and click review....please?