Reflecting upon our recent Beaver River adventure / float, it
seems quite out of character that none of our erstwhile spinmeisters, poets and
troubadours of many a “Kandalore Legend” have come up with a plausible theory
to date as to what exactly that Great Horned Owl was doing sitting on a branch
overhanging the river in broad daylight, watching our motley crew drift by
underneath without so much as batting an eyelid at all the commotion below.
Well, some of you may find a spark of inspiration in the
following:
“According to myth, owls symbolize the souls of the dead or the
wisdom of the gods.”
Take your pick, and guess who that was, hovering over our
rag-tag group of Kandalore has-beens lily-dipping down the Beaver ...
THE LEGEND LIVES ON!
Hint: NOT Harry Potter ...
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