Then the Owl swelled his chest and let out a “Who-who-whoooo! Who-who-whoooo!” Was it? Could it be? It was! It was his Chosen One! The Owl spread out his wings, pitched his head forward, and with his tail standing straight up, he glided over to his Chosen One. Suddenly, from further in the deep woods, he heard a lower, faster-sounding cry. He cried the longest, loneliest-sounding cry the Carpenter ever heard. The Owl looked puzzled, but he couldn’t put it off any longer. “Will you, one more time, cry that long, lonely-sounding cry?” When the Carpenter returned, the Owl was still perched in the big tree. “I’ll be back tomorrow!” the Carpenter stated. I’m the Carpenter who built the cabin near the edge of the deep woods.” the Carpenter said as he surveyed the deep woods. “Our home is becoming smaller like other homes we’ve had.” The Owl then turned his head toward the Carpenter and asked, “Whooooooo are youuuuuuuuuuuuu?” “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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