The Owl

Once there was an owl. It was big, and it was blue with sparkly silver glitter all over it. It liked to fly around, but once it met a phoenix. The phoenix was named Sarah. It was big and red, and it had long, sharp orange claws on its feet. It liked to bellow large quacks and squawks all the time. It flew around and around until it met the owl named Katrina.

Katrina started to hoot, which meant, "Come on! Let's go on adventure together!"

So, they did. But first, they had to pack some food. They packed lots of mice for the owl, and, well, the phoenix would have to do with some lava from her volcano. They both flew into the air until they landed on an ice capped mountain. The ice was so sparkly!

They flew around until they found a perfect place to land: a crystal clear tree made of ice. They knocked on the tree, hoping it was vacant. Then, the ice door opened, and a little ice elf hobbled out. He looked like a tiny yeti. He had long arms, and he walked like a gorilla.

"What do you want?" he said gruffly.