May 3rd, 1841, a British welder, Theodore Hartcourt III, was taking a stroll through the forest behind his estate. Whistling quietly to himself, he reflected back on how he used to walk around these woods for hours with his father. Suddenly, the night sky flashed a brilliant red-and-gold color! Startled by this magnificient display, he hid behind the largest tree in the forest. The air filled with the 'hoots' of thousands of owls; yet there wasn't a living creature in sight. Theodore was desperate to get out of this terrifying situation, so he started to run back home.
The woods twisted and turned, and spiraled and warped. He couldn't see, couldn't think, couldn't run. He dropped to his knees with exhaustion. Looking up to the sky, he shut his eyes tight, and prayed for the Lord's help.
"Please Father," he cried, "I don't understand! What is happening to me?"
All at once, the world stood still and became eerily silent... Theodore opened his eyes slowly. The forest looked like it had just been through a tornado!
Sitting cheerily and a tree stump in front of him, was a little owlet. Not more than six inches tall.
'Where could he have come from?' he thought to himself. 'Surely no living creature as small as he could've survived that.'
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