GAH! *Looks over what was written* O_o I CAN'T BELIEVE I WROTE THIS! So embarrassed... So embarrassed... But I can't stop now, can I?! I'm at the point of no return... *Gloom* (; _ ;)

Oh and, I'm assuming Brewster is French. (Hehe...) It just fits him. And it reminds me of Gambit! :)

It has been a while since she had a flashback.

Usually they'd be so plentiful, and she'd have one at least twice a week as she peeked through her telescope, alone in the observatory. Sarah's visits were nice, and she wished they were longer, no matter how rash the girl could be. However, she dare not ask Sarah to stay, as that girl probably had more important things to do. She was convinced that she'd become a fishing master and expert bug catcher in addition to an astronomer and paleontologist. Plus, she had a crush on that annoying dog Biskit, who happened to be changing his interest (for the fifth time!) to flowers, and now she was dashing around watering them for him. She obviously cared more about that than she ever cared about her, a simple owl upstairs in a lonely observatory. Yes, if she did ask, she knew that Sarah would be happy to stay for a while, but during that while she was bound to go on pitying her and telling her that she should go do something rash in order to get more friends, like, for instance, going downstairs to buy coffee. (And look how well THAT turned out.)

Anyways, she wondered why she was having these wandering thoughts instead of a flashback as she lay on the sand. Wait a second, why was she lying on the sand? It felt really nice, as the sun was out today, but wasn't she just... solving a mystery? Wait, what? Going over the events that had recently happened in her mind, Celeste suddenly became very, very scared to open her eyes. Perhaps she could pretend she was dead? No, that never worked right, they might bury her. There was no other option. She slowly, but surely, opened her eyes and saw exactly whom she expected (and feared) right there.

"Oh, you're awake mon amie? Isn't it a little adventurous of you to be fainting twice in one day?" he said, with a sarcastic smile. So cute... Wait, what?!

Where was Sarah? Where was Blathers? Didn't she faint at the gate entrance? Why was she... Oh dear, she was on the beach, wasn't she... By Biskit and Sarah's flower patch... Alone with Brewster...

As if the feeling in the pit of her stomach wasn't bad enough, it got a lot worse.
She was so going to kill Sarah for this.

But the scariest feeling was that she knew that later, she wasn't going to be killing her.
She was either going to A. be crying insanely on her shoulder, or B. (Her preferred) hugging and thanking her...

Okay, if she wasn't brilliant enough, she was officially even more brilliant. If that was possible. Then again, anything was possible for her. That's what made her brilliant, that's what made her Sarah, duh. She had done it again. Not only was she a master fisher, bug catcher, paleontologist, astronomer, home decorator, gardener, and detective, but she was now officially an awesome matchmaker. Lying back on her cushion-y mushroom themed bed in her mushroom themed room, she thought about all the brilliant things she'd done that day, just to make herself feel more brilliant.

First of all, she was totally on the verge of solving this mystery. Sort of. She'd get back to that later.

Second of all, her awesomer achievement of the day, she had totally gotten Celeste to finally go on a date with Brewster... If you could call it a date, that is. But the way those two were always looking at each other, there was no way this was going to fail. Was there? Oop, here came another flashback, and the events in this one were just a few hours ago...

"Wot! Oh dear... It seems she's fainted, I wonder why?"
Sarah rolled her eyes as she wiggled her ear out of Celeste's wing. It was weird how her grip still stayed firm even when she was fainted.
"You seriously do not know your sister, do you? Look who she happened to bump into." She pointed at the poor pigeon accusingly.

"Wow... Mighty frail to faint twice in one day, hm?" muttered Brewster, who had a concerned look on his face. Sarah punched him on the wing playfully."Tell me about it. But isn't it weird that she just HAPPENED to faint with you as a witness BOTH TIMES? I wonder why?!" Blathers cut in.
"Wait, twice? When was the first?!" slamming her hand on his beak to keep him from answering that, Sarah yelled,

"What? Did we say twice? That... what? Oh my gosh, look! It's... Pete!" She pointed wildly to the sky.

"...Who?" The two birds asked in unison.

Sarah sighed. "You guys really gotta' get out more. Anyways... Oh my gosh! Blathers! The... er... museum! It's not being watched!" exclaimed Sarah.

Brewster replied, "Oh, don't worry about that, I locked up before I... OW!" Sarah elbowed him in the stomach before he could finish.

She whispered into his ear, (if birds have ears, that is,)"I'm rying-tay to elp-hay ou-yay!" Then, turning back to the oblivious owl,"Wha... What if the thief breaks in, Blathers? What'll you do then?" Sarah asked. He simply chuckled in response.

"Wot, I could take 'em! Besides, all the precious exhibits have very advanced security systems... except for the bugs... If he wants those, he can take them, fine by me, wot!"

"WHAT IF HE LETS THE BUGS FREE THEN?! AND THEY GO CRAWLING AROUND ALL OVER THE MUSEUM!? AND ON THE PAINTINGS AND IN THE FISH TANKS?!" Blathers looked absolutely horrified. "WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! GO THEN!"

"WOT!!" The rather insane owl went flapping off crazily for the museum. Sarah could only pray that nobody shot him down with a slingshot, but if they did she wouldn't blame them. In fact, she was kind of tempted to... No, no. Copper was already keeping an eye on her after shooting down a space alien, and being too lazy to actually help with finding the parts again, thus "littering" or whatever. This town was already filled with weeds...

What was she doing getting off track again?! She had to get this done while Celeste was unconscious... She'd planned this a million times before, she just couldn't find the right time to punch her in the face, because that made her feel kind of bad... So now was the perfect time!

Turning to the pigeon who was still marveling at how fast Blathers had taken off, Sarah smiled and motioned to the limp little pink owl still knocked out on the ground.

"You know, er... Tortimer! Told me... that... when someone's unconscious, you should... er... bring them to the beach! Yes, yes that's right..."

OMG! Just looking at the number 1,000 makes me feel insane! I HAVE TO STOP NOW! IN THE MIDDLE OF A FLASHBACK! I think that's actually unhealthy...

NEVER MIND! I CARE NOT FOR MY MENTAL SAFETY! I'm... P-PERFECTLY... FF-F-FIIIIIIIINE! *Twitch twitch*

*Falls flat on floor*