Two ducks were swimming in the pool when a hairy owl hopped on by.
"Can I swim in the pool too?" the owl asked.
The two ducks looked at each other, then replied reluctantly "Sure."
The owl plopped in clumsily and introduced himself "I'm Sparce. I'm an owl, but I don't really look like it. My feathers fell out the other day, and I've been walking around trying to figure out how to get by ever since."
The two ducks stared at him gaping. "Your feathers fell out? How? Feathers don't just fall out, do they?"
"Evidently they do. That's what happened to mine. So, what are your names?"
"Oh, right" the first duck said. "I'm Hamner, and this is my brother Twoce. We're ducks, and we still have our feathers."
"Lucky ducks. I hope I'm not bothering you, but I haven't met another creature that didn't run from me at first sight. Thanks for letting me swim!"
Hamner and Twoce smiled. Sparce wasn't bad at all. He was quite friendly, and that's much better than could be said about some of the other ducks at school. So, the three of them played for a while before Twoce asked "What if we could find your feathers? Would you be able to fly again?"
"Well, I suppose so. I'm sure we'd need to figure out how to reattach them, but once we have them all, that shouldn't be hard, right?"
"I imagine not" Hamner said. "How about tomorrow we all go looking for Sparce's feathers?"
"Let's do it!" Twoce and Sparce exclaimed at the same time. And the three friends began making their plans for how to find Sparces feathers.
The owl plopped in clumsily and introduced himself "I'm Sparce. I'm an owl, but I don't really look like it. My feathers fell out the other day, and I've been walking around trying to figure out how to get by ever since."
The two ducks stared at him gaping. "Your feathers fell out? How? Feathers don't just fall out, do they?"
"Evidently they do. That's what happened to mine. So, what are your names?"
"Oh, right" the first duck said. "I'm Hamner, and this is my brother Twoce. We're ducks, and we still have our feathers."
"Lucky ducks. I hope I'm not bothering you, but I haven't met another creature that didn't run from me at first sight. Thanks for letting me swim!"
Hamner and Twoce smiled. Sparce wasn't bad at all. He was quite friendly, and that's much better than could be said about some of the other ducks at school. So, the three of them played for a while before Twoce asked "What if we could find your feathers? Would you be able to fly again?"
"Well, I suppose so. I'm sure we'd need to figure out how to reattach them, but once we have them all, that shouldn't be hard, right?"
"I imagine not" Hamner said. "How about tomorrow we all go looking for Sparce's feathers?"
"Let's do it!" Twoce and Sparce exclaimed at the same time. And the three friends began making their plans for how to find Sparces feathers.
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