The Owl and the Man

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“Oh, what a lovely owl!“ Cried the Wart. But when he went up to it and held out his hand, the owl grew half as tall again, stood up as stiff as a poker, closed its eyes so that there was only the smallest slit to peep through – as you are in the habit of doing when told to shut your eyes at hide-and-seek – and said in a doubtful voice, “There is no owl.”  Then it shut its eyes entirely and looked the other way.

-T.H. White, The Once and Future King

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