The Owl 



Nobody could be half so wise as the Owl looks; but 

 there is no reason to suppose that he has more brains 

 than the rest of us. By day he keeps himself to 

 himself, for the sun is bad for his eyes; but at dusk 

 he comes out from his hole in the belfry tower or 

 ivy-covered wall, and flits about the fields on the 

 look-out for his supper. When they hear his grim 

 " Hoot-toot 1" the rat, and the mole, and the little 

 field-mouse had better hurry home to their nests. 



