Molly the Amazing

  A rat lay slumbering in the forest underbrush.  Twas a shy rat, who never wandered far from the place she called home.  Fear dwelled in her, causing her to be lonely and friendless.  

  Her home was narrow and moist, blanketed with layers of pine needles.  Her mobile bed had been placed near the back of a stone crevice.

  This rat lived in an inconspicuous cracked boulder in an un-occupied part of Colorado.  Because of the cold climate, this rat would block the entryway to her home with wet, balled up leaves.  This kept the cold draft out.

  On a cold December day, the rat, named Molly, was foraging for provisions when she heard WHOOSH WHOOSH.  Molly thought she recognized that sound, but kept scavenging.

  Then she recognized the rush of air.  She had heard it when her mother had been murdered by a white and brown flying monster with a heart-shaped face.

  She was almost upon a bag of bread crumbs when WHOOSH, she saw a shadow and heard talons or claws frightfully extending.  Molly fled, past her bread crumbs and into a land she had never witnessed.

  The unknown flying creature lost altitude and screeched Molly to a halt.  She looked into its dark, never-ending black eyes that were thoroughly searching her.  She cowered while he began his bombastic speech.  He elucidated that he had been very hungry and the first sign of food was Molly.  But then he deduced that she was still young and had philanthropy on her, sparing her life.

  Then, the owl articulated that Molly was the first rat ever to have made chums with an owl.  Of course, that made Molly giddy with joy and excited to have acquired her first friend.

  To this day, Molly and Strike, the owl, are pals.  They shall be until upon their death.