User:VanHudgeon/sandbox

= The Guardian Owl = A couple years ago on my street (which I won't reveal because I am not interested in some rinky dink myth of an owl merchandise) in brisbane it was a fairly good street but anytime you would wake up to a hoot you would find something or someone in your house and outside there would be an owl. We started making the story of the Guardian Owl, life looked good on that street until one day the guardian owl disappeared, I woke to final hoot then nothing for the rest of the year. My street started getting concerned about where it had gone. I looked into it the most and went into the forest hoping to draw it out and found a spot where flowers were going a lot more than the rest of the forest I removed the flowers and saw and owl skeleton with broken rib bones. I don't know if bones decay but if they don't somebody killed the owl