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why, good morning my Lunch

said the Fowl Owl to the Fat Little Rat

b-b-b-but I'm not your Lunch

stammered The Rat as he promptly

preceded to scat

racing madly through the heavy pine dotted

woods and down into a thick wild strawberry

patch

praying as hard and as loudly as he could

that The Fowl Owl would not he soon catch

and eat

and EAT!

until he was no more than spit out tail

and feet

then suddenly he became so utterly

distraught and rodent pale

that over all this stress he stopped

still and began to wail

and quite LOUDLY in fact

why, he just about gave a nearby passing

sparrow

an unforgivable heart attack

and as The Fowl Owl slowly swooped to

approach

he became quite curious

then literally racked with unbelievable

guilt

you see

for he had never before had one of his

tasty little treats Cry as he attempted

to flea

only to THEN STAND STOCK STILL

to be caught

why They before this one

just ran and ran until a lesson about

the natural line of the food chain

he to them wisely taught

and usually with quite delicious results

yet NOW he knows not what to do

when ONE so suddenly before him halts

The Fowl Owl found that the great battle

had only just now begun

the inner battle with his conscience

that is

and for the first time surprisingly enough

his conscience won

so, he in turn then tucked tail and feathers

and left The Fat Little Rat where he stood

cowering and crying alone

for he found him, he could not quite bring

himself to eat on this day..............

(Dec. 30, 1993 am)