Mr Nugget the Owl

Mr Nugget, the owl, flew through the forest, his brilliant green plumage gleaming in the moonlight. Below he saw a mouse, such a tasty sight. “Hoot!” said he, “I’ll have that for my tea”

So Mr Nugget dove and seized it in his mighty claws, the little mouse, had no time to pause. He flapped back home, a little hole in a tree. “Hoot!” called out Mrs Nugget, “What have you brought home for me?”

“A mouse” said he “May you cook it for tea?”

With two pecks on his feathered cheeks she said “Of course I may!” and she began with no delay.

The kitchen was all of a clamour, pots and pans and feathers of blue. As she laid it down in front of his eyes he said with a stammer “It’s beautiful” as the stew of mouse shimmered with taste.

“Call Mini Nugget, my red plumed son, to the table!” Said he.

“But… I am not able…” Said she, suddenly so glum.

“Why not?” Asked he “Will he not come?”

“We have been through this time and again he never ha-…” She looked at her husband’s deluded happiness and sighed sadly “He is out, perusing the fauna…”

As the dormant little egg sat cold in the corner.