: Being the type of owl that likes to carry the type of books that are heavy, so Owl perched comfortably on a sturdy branch, a thick book balanced in his wings. His storytelling took place against the gentle rustle of leaves and the way distant hum of the Hundred Acre Wood could only mean one thing. He read, with an air of wisdom, and paused occasionally, adjusting his spectacles, reading his own philosophy of the tale

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