I bought a beautiful figurine of an owl in this expensive gift shop.
It was probably close to the size of a real owl. As I came out, this perfect stranger looked at my owl. I thought, wow! He’s looking at my owl. I made my way to the coffee shop with my owl tucked under my arm. The girl who took my order looked at my owl. She made a mistake and had to ring it up twice, I think it was because she kept looking at my owl. The barista looked across at my owl. As I moved to a table, customers were looking at my owl. The waitress nearly spilt my coffee, she kept looking at my owl. Another waitress came and asked me if everything was to my satisfaction, although she only did it so she could look at my owl.
On the bus the driver took my fare, then he looked at my owl. I was holding my owl higher now, as it was getting heavy. Everybody that got on the bus looked at my owl. Everybody that got off the bus looked at my owl. I began to wonder why so many people kept looking at my owl. I figured it could just be that you don’t often see someone holding an owl. There again, I felt sure that some of them at least, wanted my owl. I could understand that, because if I were them, I would want my owl. There was no doubt that it was a beautiful owl. It was probably the best owl I’d ever seen. Most of the way home, I just sat, looking at my owl.
I finally got home with my owl. I put my owl on the table in the corner. It was just me now, looking at my owl.
Just me.
