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The hootowary

I have started writing again.
And this is my current piece of creativity.
It is not finished but I thought I would share
I would love to get some feedback if you could spare the time.

The Hootowary

Have you ever seen a Hootowary?
No!
My goodness!
Let me tell you all about him.

A hootowary is quite a trickster
and is awfully good at hiding,
Don't be too upset that you have never seen one
not many people have,
but you may have at some time been tripped by a hootowary.
and not have even noticed....

What is that you say?
What does one look like?

Well a hootowary is like a rather large owl.
An owl so tall he is bigger than most grown men.
But an owl so slim he can hide behind even the slightest tree.

The one HUGE difference between a hootowary and an owl are the feet.
Owls have little bird feet with razor sharp talons at the end.
A hootowary is much different.
He has clown feet.
Yes, you heard me.
Clown feet.
HUGE clown feet at that.

Now why, I hear you ask, would a bird need huge clown feet?
I'll tell you why.
He needs them to trip people
when they least expect it.
Isn't that terribly bold?

I knew you would agree.

Shall I tell you a story
about a hootawary
who tripped so many others
they decided to teach him a lesson?


His name was Hubert.
Hubert Hootowary
and he was a rascal if ever you met one.

One day Hubert decided to have some fun
so he went to play in the forest.
At first his intentions were rather good
and he had no plans to cause any mischief.

He brought his ball
but he kicked it too hard and it got lost in the thicket
so he fetched a jumprope
but he jumped too high and banged his head off a branch
so he fetched his kite
but the wind wasn't strong enough so it wouldn't fly .

Hubert was sad.
He had no more toys to play with.

Suddenly he had an idea.
He knew what would be fun.
Tripping people would be fun.
How terribly bold!

Hubert took his HUGE clown feet down to the main path
and hid quietly behind a tree.
  
After a few moments he spotted a little boy called Tom walking towards him eating a bag of sweeties
"Hehehe" sniggered Hubert "I wonder if I trip him, will he drop all his sweeties?"
Hubert waited and waited with his big long foot hidden on the path as Tom got closer and closer.
Tom didn't see him as he was too busy eating his sugary treats.
All of a sudden Hubert raised his long foot slightly and
THUD!
Tom fell over and lost all of his sweeties.
Hubert giggled.
How terribly bold!

Well Tom was rather upset at losing his sweeties
so he ran all the way home to tell his mummy what had happened.
Hubert, still sniggering,  picked up the sweeties to munch on while he waited for someone else to come along.

He didn't have long to wait. 
A few moments later, while chewing Tom's sweeties,
Hubert spied two little local girls Katie and Emma skipping towards him
wearing their best party dresses.
"Hehehe! Party dresses!" Hubert sniggered.
"Wouldn't it be funny if the girls fell into the mud and dirtied their clean dresses?"
He crept up behind the tree again and placed his long foot on the ground right in front of a large puddle of mud!
How terribly bold!

Katie and Emma skipped up towards the tree chattering about their friend's birthday party that afternoon.
They didn't see Hubert as they were far too busy talking about all the fun games they were going to play later.
Hubert waited quietly and as they approached the tree he lifted his huge foot slightly again
and THUD!
Katie and Emma fell over straight into the puddle soiling their lovely dresses with mud.
Well the girls were very upset about being all dirty as any little girl would be
so they ran home to their mothers - crying all the way- to tell them what happened.
Hubert gave another little giggle and went back to munching on Tom's sweeties.
How terribly bold!

 Hubert ate the all the sweeties himself and began to feel very unwell.
As he turned to go home to his mummy for a hug he spied a young boy named James walking towards him counting his pocket money.
"Hehehe! I will knock this little boy over and knock all his pocket money!" thought Hubert.
"Then I can gather it myself and get some medicine for my sick tummy"
For the third time Hubert crept up behind the large tree and stuck out his HUGE foot.
Like the others before him James didn't notice the Hootowary hiding expectantly.
Again Hubert lifted his foot and
THUD!
 James fell head first onto the ground losing all of his pocket money in the fall.
He started to cry.
All of his money was gone.
He looked all around but he couldn't see it anywhere.

Hubert began to feel a little bad about his bold behaviour.
As he heard James cry he decided he should apologise.
He stepped out from behind the tree.
"Little boy.." he started.
James looked up.
He had never seen a hootowary before and Hubert scared him.
He scrambled to his feet, still staring at Hubert,
turned on his heels and ran
He was going home to tell his mother about what had just happened.

Hubert felt terrible.

  To Be Continued....

 

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