In the early morning, the cat searched the nearby trees, just as, at that moment Lucy was searching the house for the missing owl. Her Grandmother even got up from the stone, grey couch in the garden, to help. But they couldn’t find it anywhere.

The owl had woken from the fever to find that Lucy had fallen asleep. Thanks to her Grandmothers medicine the owl’s wing had gotten better. It hopped from the room, past the prowling cat and clumsily flew to a low branch in the tree. From up there it could see the cat slowly turn around…..