After a late-evening game of chess, and one glass of sherry, Rabbit was walking home from Old Possum’s house when she heard the soft trill of a screech owl coming from a branch above her own front door.

She couldn’t remember having seen other owls in the garden before (and always felt wary around raptors if there hadn’t been proper introductions), but she stopped and bravely said hello.

The little owl trilled happily at Rabbit and then asked if she knew where he could find the schoolhouse, as he’d been tasked by Mr. Owl’s elderly aunt to deliver a letter.

(Early August 2024)

Story © Jennifer McClain Singleton / Read+Purr

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