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hoo ! beak opens in a sleepy yawn, as the last bits of sunlight drag slowly down the walls. little brown owl shakes his feathers as if to shake off the sleep from bones. the sun slowly dips ‘neath the windows, coating the museum walls in a lovely orange hue. feathers smooth into place , & he admires the shadows cast by such a sunset , especially the longer ones . . .
oh ! it occurs to him that he isn’t alone ! ❛ dear me, ❜ mutter mutter mutter , ❛ i hope you haven’t been waiting terribly long... ❜ left wing rises to sheepishly rub the back of his head. ❛ how may i help you ? ❜













