I SHOULD be asleep now, getting ready to go make a fool of myself at a traditional English hunt (Last time on a horse: age 12) tomorrow, or I guess now today.
But instead this stupid featherhead sits outside my window and lets out a hoooooooot every time I drift off again. Why bird, why? I'm nostalgic for the good old days back in the french countryside where the only owl around woke up at 1 pm and hooted plaintively. We'd shout at it...
"Go to bed you stupid thing! It's not our fault your eyes are hurting! They are biologically designed for night!"
Do owls call fellow owls who are awake during the day "day humans"?
Why are you still hooting Owl? Why can't you go find a lady owl and some other corner of england to hoot around in? Or go back to your dyslexic adventures in miplsnelig in the hundred acre woods? Leave me in peace so I can sleep. I don't want to fall off a horse anymore than you do. Nor do I really want to hunt anything persay.
Well, maybe I'd like to take care of this stupid bird for good.
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