Long ago in the forest of animals, there stood a clumsy owl. The owl was very terrible at hunting for mice, every day the owl had slept and every night the owl had tried to hunt for food. But every time the owl tried to hunt they hit tree by tree, getting hungrier and hungrier, then one night when the owl was about to hunt the bright full moon had shone over the bright yellow eyes of the owl and had reflected making the owl see all types of creatures in the forest. The owl was shocked and flew through the thick trees finding the mice camouflaging with the dark. The owl was as quiet as a mouse and had landed on a tree looking down at the mice waiting for the perfect time to grab them. Counting down, the owl got its wings ready to grab the mice just below, then SWOOSH the owl grappled onto the mice making it hard for the mice to try and wriggle out. Bringing it back home for dinner, ripping out its insides and devouring it bit by bit.
The End.