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No "Hoo-hoo" from Pig-Owl. Pig-Owl's hoot is more like a prolonged wind moaning down a chimney. An ominous, lonely sound. Much more innocent than it might appear to be to the average human ear.

Pig-Owl eats gophers, cats, dogs, birds, snakes, and other like animals, then about twenty hours after eating he regurgitates a boulder-size pellet of fur, skulls, and bones. Moss and other fast-growing plants grow quickly on the moist pellets. That's why most people don't notice them. Even absent plant life the pellet's grey-black color causes them to resemble a large stone so much that they go unnoticed. I wouldn't want to get hit on the head by one of those.

Bolliver Cragfoot lived in the Magic Valley. He was a middle-aged guy who was one of the many unemployed in the U.S.A. at the time. Bolliver made a few bucks selling barn owl pellets on Ebay, and when he heard about Pig-Owl's boulder-sized pellets he began to dream:

"Wow. Boulder-size owl pellets. I bet I can get a hundred dollars each for those. Maybe even up to two-hundred. I would be the only one in the world selling them. I might get on TV and in newspapers and magazines. Could win a Nobel Prize or something for my contribution to science. I'll sell my rights to the pellets for a few million dollars and buy a nice, forty-foot salmon boat. Wood. Clean. Ready-to-go. My own mobile island..."

There's no such thing as "Pig-Owl." I made him up. Now I feel bad for Bolliver Cragfoot. His plans and dreams never amount to anything.