Pete didn’t fit in. His feet were too small, his coo-coo was very soft, hehad huge eyes, and on top of all that he had a weird passion... traveling.
Ding-ding-ding, the bell rung for first period. In the hallway otherowls called him names “softy” said one “I want to travel the world”mimicked another. For Pete this was the usual, every day gettingcalled names, he got used to it.
In first period the teacher was yapping away, then out of the blue she said“Pete, would you please come to the board and do this math problem” whenhe sat up his foot got caught on the desk and he face-planted. The wholeclass was guffawing, “I hate my feet” he mumbled.
He cried for hours after school, tears dripping down his face. When he wokeup in the morning his den was spray painted in the words “HAHA”, but thatmorning he had a revelation, “What if I ditch school and travel the southernUnited States? It’ll be a dream come true!”
He prepared his things that morning, his slippers, footies, travel guide, and his lucky coat. When he setout he found the nearest road, Highway 678. After a couple of hours after he got there a man stoppedby in his big SUV and he said “Aren’t you a little cute owl”. Pete said in response “Sir, could I hitch aride to California.” “Why, you’re talking to me!” the man exclaimed.Just then he tripped on a pebble andsmashed in the dirt, when he finally came around he was grinning, “Pal, we got ourselves a deal
So on they went through Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, “I’mloving life on the Highway” is what he kept saying until they hadto stop for the night in Texas.(Burrowing owls are diurnal, mindyou) they slept in the SUV.
When they got to California he got meet the natives and learned how to skateboard.“hecka rad dude” said his buddy when he went off a jump. Lots of friends were made andhe met a female owl and lived happily ever after.