Ewart had been faraway in thought (not unusual, particularly at breakfast) until he saw, out of the corner of his eye, his daughter spooning out a strange looking lump of porridge. Oh, and the owl was here too.
Absently, Ewart fed the creature a bit of bacon as he squinted at the porridge-covered thing. “What’ve you got there? The owl didn’t cough up a pellet in there, did he?” Ewart inquired with a chuckle - although he hadn’t heard the familiar hacking noise of a owl regurgitating, so it had probably been something else.
Absently, Ewart fed the creature a bit of bacon as he squinted at the porridge-covered thing. “What’ve you got there? The owl didn’t cough up a pellet in there, did he?” Ewart inquired with a chuckle - although he hadn’t heard the familiar hacking noise of a owl regurgitating, so it had probably been something else.
