15 September 2009
Bedtime Story
There was once a woodcutter who lived in a hut in the forest and he carved a beautiful figurine of an owl. He carved the eyes and carefully shaped the feathered wings. One day a little boy came and played with the owl, he kissed her and she gained the power of flight. The owl flew away and lived with the little boy. The old woodcutter started painting and as he painted he turned into a many coloured kestrel.
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