Blinkey, a scholarly owl with exquisite manners, had a secret. While other owls were napping, he was practising his greatest talent: balancing. After a particularly intense session, he left his favourite round glasses resting in a rather creative arrangement.
He had managed to perch one arm perfectly inside the other, creating a modern miniature piece that defied gravity. ‘Perfect’, he hooted softly.
He was just admiring his handiwork when his annoying, hyperactive cousin, Beau, swooped in. ‘Hey Blinkey! You know, for a smart guy, you sure wear goofy glasses,’ Beau said, landing near the delicate masterpiece. ‘Why is that one doing the limbo?’ He gestured with a wing.
Blinkey bristled. ‘That is a demonstration of structural integrity and poise, Beau. It is not the limbo at all.’
Beau, of course, could not help himself. He gave the frame a nudge. The entire structure collapsed with a tiny clack!
‘Oops!’ said Beau, not looking remotely sorry. ‘Poise, huh?’ Blinkey glared, but Beau had already spotted a field mouse and dived away. Blinkey sighed, carefully re-engaging the arms, exactly as they were previously. The world, at least the creative one, was balanced again.
