Chapter 2

Chapter 2

It was night time now. Becky was sleeping soundly. But Lyra couldn’t sleep. She was sitting upright. The old lamp was shining. She was cuddling Hooty, reading her wildlife book, when she heard hooting outside. She quietly crept out of bed and peered out of the window. Sitting there in the tree, was the jet black owl. She looked closer. It was black, but had brown feathers on her chest. The owl flew around in a circle like a jet. Then sat back on th tree and showed her its jet black feathers. It did it several times. Lyra stared at it. “What? Jet Black…Jet Flying…Is..your name…Jet?” She whispered quietly. The owl perched on the window ledge and pecked it. “Hi Jet…” She whispered. Jet closed its black eyes into slits. Then flew off, as if nothing had occurred tonight. Lyra sat down and grabbed her black owl necklace. Why black? Suddenly a baloon hit the window. Tied to it was a book. Lyra gently opened the window and took the book. It read: ‘The Legend Of The Black Owls, A Tale From The Isle Of Man.’ She gasped. As she finished it, dawn was in the sky. The clock read: 6.00. She decided to get some sleep. When Lyra awoke she heard a noise that was most unusual, also one she would never forget. It was the sound of music, drums, african old style guitars, african music. Wiping her eyes she sat up, Becky was no-where to be seen. She looked outside the window. Jet sat there looking below the tree.

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