“But why would the owls leave?” the Carpenter asked.Īt the question, the Owl let out another long, lonely-sounding cry. The Carpenter stood and marveled at the Owl. She much have moved away with the other owls.” “I cry for my Chosen One,” the Owl replied. When he looked up in the tree, he saw an Owl with eyes, as big and round as white discs, staring out at the sky. As he listened to the cry he followed it to a big tree further into the deep woods. One night, when that long, lonely-sounding cry began, the Carpenter decided to find where that cry was coming from. And again, another night, he got deep under his blankets to drown out the long, lonely-sounding cry.īut no matter what the Carpenter did, he would always hear the long, lonely-sounding cry. One night he buried his head under a pillow. All the night long he would hear a cry - a long, lonely-sounding cry. Once upon a moonlit night, a Carpenter was trying to sleep in the cabin he built near the edge of the deep woods.
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