Here I am having no idea how to pick mushroom and I don't even know which one is poisonous and which one is edible but just to get away from mom's constant yelling I am now in the forest with Yuki my best friend plucking mushroom.
There is this strange flapping sound coming from the bush.I thought it was a snake so I was frightened but the sound was not stopping so I took a stick and clear the grass and to my surprise there was an injured owl.
"Hoodie, Hoodie" I call him
He moved his head 90 degree
I hold it knowing that it came from the forest and some bad men who ate dogs and meat must have threw stones at him.
I cover the owl with my hoodie jacket so that no one can see it
I left Yuki in the forest and run home.
"Mom, mom look what I found in the forest"
my mom who was in a bad mood turn curious.
"Is that an owl with a monkey face"
"Mom stop insulting hoodie He's
cute"
"Who's Hoodie?When did I insult him? and how do you know he's a boy?
Mom asked
"He's Hoodie and I know he's a boy" I point to the owl
Hearing our conversation our neighbors came they always like to stick their nose in our house no one can hide any secrets from them sometimes I feel like they keep their ear in our door 24/7 they even know if I burn my dinner and whisper it to the whole society in one minute
One of the neighbors spoke
"Wow I know this is barn owl.In our culture if you drink this owl's blood you will gain lots of wealth".
Seriously these Homosopian people are so superstitious.They're the one who won't let my mother be modern.There's no way I'll let anyone eat my Hoodie stupid people.
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At night
Dad kept staring at the owl. Mom told dad everything about the him. He even build a cage for him at record time and gave him plenty of fish to eat.. I pity my cat who sat outside the cage waiting for the chance to snatch some of it.
The next few days we have lots of visitors. I have to make tea for them crap so many work.I question my self why did I even bring him home?
Some of them said how we were so lucky to have a barn owl in our house,Heck we are still poor".I thought to myself if only I could take extra money from all who came to see the owl.
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Two weeks later
my owl was not eating and I was sad.Since there was no veterinary in our place it was difficult to take care of him.The next morning he was dead. I mourn for him. I cover his Dead body and kept it outside to change in my mourning clothes Everyone came to see him when he was alive but now no one bother anymore.
When I went outside my Hoodie body disappear.I search for him everywhere,
To my horror I saw some boys near the fire with my owl dead body besides them planning to barbeque him I ran towards them snatch my owl call them wild animals and ran away.
I bury my owl crying that even after dying his body is being tainted by bad boys and says sorry and pray that he may rest in peace.
