the stone owl
The blog received this email from an anonymous tortured soul...I thought the tale was frightful and dreadful, but the master ordered me to up the post on the blog, as he is unavailable... Once upon a time long long ago(20 years at least) there was a drunken idiot lurching/staggering home from the Peacock in the dead of night, a flip dark winter bastard though dry... On his way past a bungalow on Kenton Bar Estate he saw through glazed drunken eyes a beautiful ornate stone owl perched on a stone branch in the little square garden out the front, the pride and joy of the humble residents there-in...'wouldn't it be funny', his befuddled drunken brain suggested 'if you took that beautiful stone owl and took it to ( Name removed by blog administrators ) house, crept down his back garden path and put it on his kitchen window ledge so that in the morning when he or his mother came down in the morning they would get a terrible fright seeing an owl staring at them?' So th...