The Continuing Saga of Harry the Owl (Thread 2)

[MrsSnippyPants]

First thread filling up rapidly, and of course the story continues......

Better late than never.

The owl, pc Gull, mermaids, a stone wall, an alphabet soup, a parking posie, blue haired shouters, an IT crowd...
There is SO much material for a hilarious, slightly surreal story!

a surreal story that is gestating in a box

Place marking and back for part 2 from Mockers.

Love it Mockers

Oh, Mockers, that's bliss. Please do more.

Wonderful, Mockers

Get that story saved - it's too perfect - so will probs be erased by MNHQ along with women's free speech.

Mockers

On the off-chance that Harry or Mrs Owl reads this:

Thank you very much for doing this. Until reading your blog I hadn't thought much about the personal cost to you. Thanks for standing up for truth and fairness. Without people like you we'd be lost.

Ah David Davis, NOT David Davies. That is interesting.

Wow! I'm so pleased for Mrs Owl! Such lovely comments!

Also.. THAT children's story! Please o please do it!! It's BRILLIANT! X

Loved Mrs Owl’s blog post, gorgeous writing but sorry to hear it’s been such a strain. Hope you get the result you ought to

....Cont'd

At the edge of the forest lies the Stonewall. (It's been lying there for ages.) There, the rabbits in stillettos (who were really hares) were practising their walking on hind-legs, tottering and falling over as they vogued.

They looked up. "It's Harry the Owl!" They cried. "The one who murders baby cuckoos in their nests! Death to Harry!" They all cried, and all fell over.

Harry was flying off to the mountain to see a legal eagle.

Mockers

"Hmmmmm," said the legal eagle. "They're saying you can't say that? They can't say you can't say that. We can go to the Wise Old Beak and say they're saying you can't say that. We can say that."

"Thank you," said Harry. "I'm just an owl whose intentions are good. Please don't let me be misunderstood."

"....It'll cost you, mind," said the eagle. "We're not songbirds. Eagles don't come cheap. Or go 'Cheep!'"

So Harry thanked the eagle and flew off, thinking he would need some organistion. Then he remembered there was a forest election soon. Maybe the candidates could help.....?

@HazzaTheOwl should read this!

"Thank you," said Harry. "I'm just an owl whose intentions are good. Please don't let me be misunderstood."

I am dying

Mockers this is brilliant

There is actually a (very poor IMO) children's book about adoption called Hootah (yes really) the Owl.

...Can't draw. Illustrations needed.

....So Harry went first to the Forest Party and their leader, Boris the Great Tit.

"The way to solve all your problems," Boris said, "Is to get the forest out of the Forestry Commission. Do you know half our laws are made in Bristol?"

"But some people say you're just a party of cats and weasels," said Harry.

"That's not true," said Rees Moggie. "I like birds," he added, licking his whiskers.

"So I hope we can count on your support," said Boris. "Careful on your way out, or Prettypetal the Venus Fly Trap will have your wing off..."

Don't think much of them, Harry thought, and headed off to the tree of the Birds Party, and their leader, Jeremy Corvid.

You are KILLING ME!!!!! 😂😂😂😂

Objection! Corvids are generally wise and clever. I think a particularly fetching raven would have a far better chance of getting voted in as prime minister.

You are KILLING ME!!!!! 😂😂😂😂

Well Mrs O said you needed cheering up.

...You oculd hear them from far away, the chorus of "Woooooah, Jeremy Corvid!"

"I can do nothing," said Jeremy. "I owe everything to my wise team of helpers: Diane Rabbit, Keir Starling, Emily Thornback-Ray, Dawn Chorus and Rebecca Longbill."

"And what do they say?" Harry asked.

"We need to protect Hare-only spaces," said Diane.
"But these spaces must be fully open to all hares regardless of whether or not they were assigned as rabbits," explained Dawn.
"And cuckoos forced to lay their eggs in blackbird nests is because of the nest shortage," added Emily.
"Woooooah, Jeremy Corvid!" chanted Rebecca, and they all started up again.

Harry tried to talk to the Freebird Party and their leader, JoJo Swiftson, but her aides explained that as a swift she had to remain on the wing and could never make contact with material reality. Her assitant Lady Feathers-tone said any blackbirds who blamed cuckoos for all the smashed eggs at the foot of the tree were cuckoophobes not welcome in the party and could piss off.

It was going to be a long struggle, thought Harry.

she had to remain on the wing and could never make contact with material reality