Reblogged from The Daily Tales of Gregg Savage:

Once upon a time, near a lake that was as clear as it was cold, an owl sat watching the world from the branch of a tree she called her home. The owl had woken up just after sunset, waiting for the perfect moment to begin hunting for mice. The owl, however, had already attempted to find the perfect time for the past three nights and was beginning to feel rather hungry because, according to her to own calculations, the perfect time to begin hunting for mice had never presented itself. Her parents had made catching rodents look so effortless, that she never considered the possibility that there might be anything more to hunting than​ finding the mouse…

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