T.H. White Quote

Oh, what a lovely owl! Cried the Wart.But when he went up to it and held out his hand, the owl grew half as tall again, stood up as stiff as a poker, closed its eyes so that there was only the smallest slit to peep through - as you are in the habit of doing when told to shut your eyes at hide-and-seek - and said in a doubtful voiceThere is no owl.Then it shut its eyes entirely and looked the other way.It is only a boy, said Merlyn.There is no boy, said the owl hopefully, without turning round.

T.H. White

Oh, what a lovely owl! Cried the Wart.But when he went up to it and held out his hand, the owl grew half as tall again, stood up as stiff as a poker, closed its eyes so that there was only the smallest slit to peep through - as you are in the habit of doing when told to shut your eyes at hide-and-seek - and said in a doubtful voiceThere is no owl.Then it shut its eyes entirely and looked the other way.It is only a boy, said Merlyn.There is no boy, said the owl hopefully, without turning round.

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