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The path
here was wide enough that they could turn the
horses around easily and they rode back out.
“Like I always say,” said G, “where there’s
a will, there’s a way.”
They rode along the edge of the reeds, watching
out for any color changes in the sand. All of
a sudden the reeds ended and they saw rows and
rows of huts made out of reeds; a village. Again
they heard the “Hoo hoo hoo hooooo! Hoo hoo hoo
whooooo!” They all stopped as if in a lineup
and looked: the horses, G & J and da Muff.
“I’m getting a little hungry,” said J. “Me too,”
said G. “Do you think this is a village of people
or some kind of critter?” asked G, thinking more
to herself. Then she saw them: giant owls. These
owls were around 4 feet tall. Musta been day-owls
for they were out and about in the daytime. Soon
the entourage (G, J, Mober, Pepper & da Muff)
had been spotted.
Baby owls started flapping and running to their
moms, squawking “Quien, hooo? quien, quien! Hooo
hoooo?” (quien = who in Spanish) Mama owls were
roasting what looked like rats on a spit over a
fire outside. The babies hid behind the mama owls.
Then a big fat, old, hopefully wise owl, came out
of the hut leaning on a cane. His huge eyes stared
at the invaders on beasts of unknown size and proportion.
And then he stared at the white fluff of a dog.
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