The Owl and Mouse and the Boy in My Room

By Richard Dami

The Owl and the Mouse Can the Owl and the Mouse convince these children to believe in them as so many other children have? If the children can put aside reality and free their imaginations, the night time adventures with the Owl and the mouse can be their secret. Read and enjoy as the owl, mouse, and children try to return a stranded mermaid to her ocean, family, and friends. Or is it a dream? The Boy in My Room As we shall see, spirits and ghosts are not here to scare children. In fact, they need young friends to help them solve their problems. The spirit, Booh, is left behind invisible and alone, stranded in an old house, and not knowing why or how. Through a crazy turn of events, he meets and befriends a few children living in the neighborhood, and a good deed receives its reward.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Mar 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9781645846819

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The Story

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, puff, puff, puff. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, puff, puff, puff.

This is the story of the Owl and the Mouse.

Our story begins with a teacher enjoying her last taste of peace and quiet and waiting for her new school year to begin. Her eyes were lazily scanning the room until they came to her favorite bookshelf. In the corner beside her favorite books was a dusty old owl.

Hmmph, thought the teacher. I don’t remember that old owl from last year. And there has been nobody in the school all summer. Who could have put it there? And why would anybody put an old, dusty owl there?

She stood and walked toward the bookshelf to have a closer look at this dusty old owl. But before she reached the bookshelf, the school bell rang. She returned to her desk and watched as her new class filed in.

Every class is different, she thought, I wonder how this class will be different from all the others.

There were four large tables shaped like horseshoes and on each seat was a students name.

Jackie was the first in the room. She looked around, found her name, and sat in her seat. Her table was at the front of the class, and she was facing the bookshelf with the dusty old owl in the corner.

She looked around the room to get familiar with her new surroundings when her eyes spotted the old owl. Every time she looked away from the owl, something brought her eyes back to it. And that something was the owl looking back at her.

Jackie was so focused on the owl that she had not noticed the rest of the table taking their seats. Her tablemates for the new year were going to be Anthony, Nicolas, Matthew, Francesca, Mike, and Stephanie.

Oh no Jackie whispered to herself, the owl moved!

Her whisper was not as silent as she had hoped because her tablemates and the rest of her class all heard her. The teacher was not amused by Jackie’s outburst, and she asked Jackie to go up to the owl and dust it.

The teacher thought that by dusting the old owl, Jackie would see that the owl was not real, and the class snickering would stop.

Everybody watched closely as Jackie slowly approached the owl. She picked up the duster and started to dust the owl. She tried not to look at the owl, but something was drawing her eyes back to the owl’s eyes. The owl’s eyes were not very scary; they were warm and friendly. Every time she looked into the owl’s eyes, she saw herself flying through the air with the owl and a mouse.

I cannot be seeing this, thought Jackie to herself. This has got to be my imagination playing tricks on me. Why is this happening to me?

She knew that the class was watching, so she kept on dusting the owl as if nothing was happening. She lifted the owl’s right wing to dust and jumped back quickly with a gasp. Under the owl’s wing was the exact mouse that Jackie was flying with in the owl’s eyes. She closed her eyes tightly hoping that when she opened them, the mouse would be gone. But the mouse was still there, only this time, the mouse winked at her and smiled. Jackie slowly and carefully lowered the wing and backed away, staring at the owl all the way back to her seat. The giggling from the rest of the class grew louder, until the angry teacher shouted, Enough! That’s enough. Every single one of you, put your heads down on your tables and close your eyes until the snickering stops.

Jackie was embarrassed. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, she thought to herself. Why is this happening to me now? Why me? Jackie lowered her head and glared at the owl until her head reached the table. The moment her eyes closed, she felt unusually calm, and she let her thoughts go