“Adrian! What did you do?” Trever yelped at the ritual mage in mild horror. A bright pink owlet, tucked neatly in a shoebox, stared up at him before hooting.
Peering at the owlet, Adrian shrugged, “I’m not sure…”
Before he could say anything else Ceilidh burst into the room. Spotting the owlet the little girl squealed delightedly. “My very own pink owl!! I’ve always wanted one!!! Thank you!!” She snatched the shoebox, fleeing before the adults could even react.
Watching her run away, Adrian bemusedly asked Trever, “She’s always wanted a pink owl?”
“She’s five. She wants a pink everything.”
Author’s Note: I saw this tiny pink owl Beanie Baby in the store and wondered what would turn an owl pink and then who would want a pink owl. The answer really was obvious.
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