The Sleepy ForestThe sun was setting, painting the sky orange and pink. High in the whispering oak, Oscar the Owl woke up for the night. He stretched his mighty wings and blinked his enormous, golden eyes. He was a very smart owl, known for his beautiful hoot. Tonight, he needed to remember the special warning from the forest elder. "Listen closely, Oscar, or you might miss the quietest message," the elder had said. Oscar nodded, ready to begin his night of flying and observing.