The Fable of the Owl Named Content

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 Golden round rings of two, circling enhanced black dots in the middle of each peered out into the night.  Looking over there, looking over here, turning its feathery head to catch a glimpse of yonder.

The owl sat high up on a tree limb.  Night was his favorite time: no sun to blind, no people out farming.  And plenty of tiny creatures darting about to feast upon.

Yes the owl must feast on a varmint, as that is part of life.  His golden round eyes were carefully capturing the movements all around him, stirring in the leaves on trees, scattering in the hay bales, sauntering among the weeds.

So the Owl, known to his fellow creatures as Content, waited patiently.  He saw a little mole sitting openly in a field.  The little mole, not being as wise as the owl, met his fate of death that night, as Content the Owl swooped down on him, grabbed him with mighty claws, and flew away to feast.

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Satisfied with his meal, Content the Owl let out a hoot of pleasure. “Whoot!” he exclaimed again, as if he wanted to announce to his fellow feathered friends how successful he was this night.  His golden round eyes of two, with enhanced black dots in the middle of each, started blinking slowly.  “Whoot,” he said less loudly.  Blink, blink, “Whooo,” he murmured.

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Although there were plenty more varmints to feast upon, he was satisfied with his catch.  Thus, Content the Owl dozed off, after another night of taking care of simple needs. 

Moral of the story:  Watch the world around you.  Be wise - choose carefully.  You don’t need that much to be content.      Theresa M

 

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