The Tale of Midas and the Three Owlets:

Every owlette knows the tale of Harriet the hare and Midas the Owl.

Harriet’s rate of speed in speaking won over the contest of who would raise the sun. She brought the day meadows of wild owl clovers and cattails. Owl butterflies blanket large owler trees.

Graciously Harriet gave Midas domain over the night. As with his powerful wings he could soar the sunset into the horizon.

As his talons drag down the night sky.

Word of beak from the elders in the Owlery speak of Midas as a powerful force who rages seas, and shipwrecks fleets of ships with a solid gold talon. His weight nearly breaks the crows nest. The ships sink like a solid bar of gold, the crew members are like specks of pyrite.

Midas was the most massive melanin Barn owl. He was so proud of this booming voice. That he flew to the top of the rushing falls. Then with egotistical confidence copied the sound he heard.

When he plunged through the mist of the waterfall. As he reached the end his booming voice like a trickle of raindrops. As punishment for being too prideful. He was forced to set his pride aside by the universe.

Now this tale is about three young Owlets Albert, Roberta, and Birdie.

Who are determined to find clues to the disappearance of Massive Midas.

Albert was the oldest and most obedient.

He reluctantly left Haven Nest.

Roberta the middle and most zealous.

She eagerly preparing to spread her wings

and leave Haven Nest.

Birdie the littlest and most gentlest.

She bravely leaves Haven Nest with her siblings.

Though Roberta had a secret only her mother knew. Once nightfall comes, the encroaching dark terrifies her. A fear she has yet to outgrow…

Birdie thought, “This is going to be adventure awesome!”

Her enthusiasm, caused Albert to turn his neck blinking blankly at her.

Roberta scared stiff shrieking in flight . As she squints through the twinkling starlight.

Birdie screeching out of silliness swooping and diving through the clouds.

The young birds were looking for a branch to take shelter in.

To fall asleep, Roberta tells Birdie bedtime stories about Midas.

They say that he comes on the the wind of night super cell. Balls of lighting flash in his eyes.

One day he took a midnight flight and never returned. All owlery’s in the world winds of change gave us the ability to stay up all night.

The sleepy owls, were up again by dusk. Looking for any clues that Midas is hiding in a distant owler hallow.

“Did you see that Roberta?” Albert asked excitedly!

“What Albert?” She replied confusion in her voice.

“Look at that rock formation, does it seem familiar?” He proded with out giving away the surprise.

Her head turned around in a three sixty and still she was unable to see what her brother was pointing out.

As the three owlettes flew closer, Birdie screamed out what Albert had spied from a distance.

“Albert I see it!” She was happy to not be the last to notice. There is a massive rock face, in the likeness of us. In the beak, he is clutching the sun.

Massive, Roberta was peicing together the connection to the word. Could it be?

She flew into the wall of sound. Roberta conquered her fear of the dark in wingspans reach.

As the family of Owlettes circled, the rock face, in a landslide the outcropping blinked back at her. Startled the three watched the Rock face yawn, and as it stretched its wings. The earth began to quake.

“We found Massive Midas!” The three sqwacked proudly.

“Aye, I am Midas, and Who are you?”

This is my family Albert, Birdie, and I am Roberta. We are from the Owlery the Nest of Haven.

“How tiny birds of a feathers you are!”

“Hey now, I am almost grown.”Albert puffed out his feathers indignantly.

Birdie wide-eyed stares up at Midas

“Your mighty large!”

“I am as wide as the night sky, and the reason the moon and stars are golden and bright as the sun.”