Even the great oak was once a little nut, who held its ground

Even the great oak was once a little nut,
who held its ground

Howie, the little owl, falls flat on his face in the soft grass. He shakes his feathers as he jumps up in anger and starts stamping his feet. Howie is so frustrated. Why can’t he fly?
For days, little Howie has been trying to fly away from the highest branch. His mother looks concerned. He really doesn’t have to leave the nest just yet. She wouldn’t even mind if he stayed a little bit longer.
But Howie thinks he’s ready. So he frantically climbs up the tree to make another attempt. “Howie.” Mom sighs with a soft voice.
“No!” Howie shouts stubborn. I am a a big owl. I will and must be able to fly.” Before his mother can say anything else, he jumps again, hoping that this time he will succeed.
-Plop- another attempt gone wrong. His mother shakes her head. She knows she can’t stop him. Howie tries as many times as the tree has nuts. A wise owl once told him, that even the great oak once started as a small nut and grew into a large oak just by determination. When Howie suddenly feels a warm wind ruffling through the leaves, he jumps, flaps his wings and…. he flies away.

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