Owlgernon had a new job and made 9 voles per week as a sundiowl. The task was not very demanding. In fact, the main challenge was not to drop dead with boredom while standing in the sun. On the upside, Owlgy always knew when it was, for example, 7 o'clock.
Eine vogelkundige Tierärztin hat mir neulich ein homöpathisches Schmerzmittel für einen meiner Kanaris empfohlen. Nee, danke. Homöohokuspokus kaufe ich für mich selbst nicht, also bleiben auch meine Tiere davon verschont.
Other Owls traveled into space, or met the President. Owlga, however, was doomed to spend a lifetime of boredom in the desert, eating dung beetles...
She felt like becoming lugowlbrious. Although she knew that this was just her Monday mood. By the way, she was glad she was NOT meeting the President.
Some humans feared Owls. They believed they were evil spirits, and said Owls could hypnotize anyone with their unwavering gaze.
For the life of him, Owlexander had no idea what those superstitious folks were on about.
Fighting for peace is like f***ing for virginity.
So we flew on to the sun
'Til we found the sea of green
And we lived beneath the ground
In our subterranean home
Chorus: We all live in a Burrow underground,
Burrow underground, Burrow underground...
While Owlfred and Owlga sometimes had a hard time looking for food, Gudrun Gull of Copenhagen just had to fly over to Nyhavn, the New Harbor, which was always full of tourists. In case any of them forgot to drop their chips or sandwiches for her,a small air raid was all Gudrun needed to remind them.
There was one certain Owl, living on the outskirts of Burrowland and calling himself Jaydee, who had wanted the dictatowl Viktor Owlban to win the Hungowlian election. He was very, very angry now. The other Owls and Owlets were avoiding him politely.
Sie blickt sehr würdevoll. Die wähl ich.
While Owlizabeth was tilting her head sceptically, Gulbrand the Black-Headed Gull enjoyed, in far-away Copenhagen, a ride on a horse's head. The horse belonged to King Christian V - and Gulbrand couldn't help wondering what kind of king would ride on horseback barefoot. These uncivilized northeners!
Egeria didn't want to appear conceited but actually, she enjoyed the look on Ethan's, Eve's and Ethelred's faces when she caught her biggest fish EVER.
Checking out The Grand Outside for the very first time in his life, Owlbert jun. decided it was wise to stay inside for as long as possible, or until Mom forced him to move.
At least the forgers were creative.
"There's one thing we can do against the Big Loud Orange Bird", Rosowlmund said. "We can make fun of him." - "Yep", Delowlah agreed. "That'll work 'cause he has no sense of humor, and hates being ridiculed." - "Hey BLOB", they sang, "want the Nobowl Prize? Stop starting wars, start stopping them!"
Two burrowing owlets goofing around. One has bent his head to the side so far it's almost upside down.
Happy Friday! 🪶
Delowlah and Rosowlmund were wondering what world they were growing up into. "The Big Loud Orange Bird won't reign forever", Lowlah said hopefully. "But his system is established, and getting worse", Rosy sighed. At least (they agreed) their big bro Owlex was there to protect them from the ICEbirds.
Two very young burrowing owlets peeking out of their burrow.
Good morning! 🪶
Loriot was there.
Everyowl could fly round the moon nowadays. Nothing special to be seen there. But when it came to the dark secrets lurking in the depths of Owlexander's Burrow, mankind and Owldom were, well... out of their depth.
Baby dinosaur.
Die USA brauchen dringend einen regime change... where different, smarter, and less radicalized minds prevail. ("Smarter" ist das geringste Problem.)
Owlga had been told there were individuals called Irritation Sprinklers. She flew over to check them out, for she too was irritated (a lot, since the Big Loud Orange Bird (BLOB) was back in office) and hoped they might join her Anti-BLOB Club (ABC). They were, however, disappointingly unresponsive.
Sie arbeitet halt nur für Reiche.
When Owlizabeth saw several ICEbirds approaching Burrowland, she went into full defence mode, and yelled out a warning to everyowl.
Wenn sie überfordert ist, sollte sie zurücktreten.
From the safety of their Burrow, Jessicowl and Nicowlas admired Giulia Gull for her audacity. Her favorite resting place in Venice was the head of St Mark's lion, who was, in her words, just some silly old kitty. "I mean, he'd got wings, but I've never seen him fly!"
Well hidden.
Even if you were talking to your better half about strictly private and intimate matters, you never knew who was listening. The Big Loud Orange Bird's (BLOB's) cronies were everywhere. So whatever you said, you better said nothing (especially when speaking about you know what or who).
Von nix kommen schließlich keine Ostereier.
The proof: