An owl story… I don’t think I have an owl story, but I used to find headless rabbits in the fields next to the old farm in Pennsylvania. Legend has it, those were owl kills. You don’t see ‘em around Monksville often, but you’ll hear ‘em screechin’ and hootin’ out there at night. If you’re ever out nightfishing you might spot one, if you’re lucky. But that’s just the question: do you feel lucky, punk? Well? Do ya?
This has been the seventeenth story from the first appendix of the book The Monksville Chronicles. Here is everything you need to know about it:
The Monksville Chronicles
- A novel about storytelling
- Book stats:
– 276 pages
– 72,749 words
– The Here and Now | I
– The Sandbox | 0.5
– Revision Date: July 20, 2021
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