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Do you ever wonder, when you observe those disparately-sized school kids - all chortling in a gaggle in shared merriment despite their uneven growth spurts, or the old friends collected 'round the coffee- house table for their weekly rendez-vous (long standing, and surely held together with the glue of old shared adventures) how such a motley group came to be?
Other Things You Might Like to Know: The original artwork is watercolor and india ink on paper | © 2015 Melinda Nettles | Designed and printed in Oregon, USA | Printed on Hahnemühle Photorag 308 gsm 100% cotton rag paper, with Epson pigmented Ultrachrome HD inks. |
The Back Story:
“What do you think,” said Ignacio, who also was known as Owl Number One, to Pepe, who also was known as Owl Number Four, and who was the smallest of this little group, “about a foray out yonder to the edge of the Far Thicket?” Answered Pepe, fairly chirping in merriment, “Oh! Why yes! I do so think it would be splendid. Splendid! Splendid! Why, then we could come home and tell everyone about the moon, and the sounds of the forest at night.” There was a pause, and all heads turned toward Crispin, as if to say, “And you?” “I dunno,” hooted The Third Owl in reply, shifting slightly from foot to foot, “I dunno. I dunno. I dunno. Oh! I dunno.” Tuppins, Owl Number Two, as always, simply blinked her big eyes slowly, and did not utter a word.* *Ever So Important Note: On any a fine morning, in the forward booth of the petite coffee house at the top of the town, and also on the sunniest benches at the leeward end of the park, and also again at the near-end of the long oaken counter of the worn pub near the produce market, sits in every town a motley gaggle of old friends. What glue of old adventures, you wonder, as you sit nearby with a warm mug in your hand, nibbling your favorite apple pastry, holds these souls together? What strings bind this long-standing conclave? How did such a group come to be? Who is the quiet one? Who is the leader? Who the real dominant force? Who? Who? Whooo... |