Feelin' it

Once upon a time there was an owl who lived on a tree in the middle of a jungle called America. It looks just like any other owl you might have seen, with its big eyes and pursed beak, but, deep inside, this particular owl is different. Not different like it is special and possessing a deep and complex personality, no no. Not like that. See, while the rest of the owls in the jungle are sleeping, this owl, whom we'll call Tobias, lies awake. Beer on its left wing, cigarette on the other, Tobias sang folk songs handed to him by his ancestors. It's bellowing voice, reminiscent of Ziggy Stardust, peaked out of the gaps between the leaves of the tree it was laying on. But even though anyone can tell that Tobias's voice is sugar-coated with false confidence, it made every creature within 20 mile radius retreat in humility. What a shame. This late-night singing did not go unnoticed. Some were listening. And they fell in love. But Tobias wasn't concerned with that. Tobias wanted to sleep, that's it.