Willie and Mr. Owl

We have a new family member, one that Willie has taken kindly to. He's small, feathery soft, and has piercing yellow eyes. Mr. Owl, we call him. The name coming from the fact that he is Mr. Werler's greatest friend (Willie was so named Mr. Werler's by Sarah, we often speak to him in a British accent, Mr. Werler's, is there anything I can get for you? Mr. Werler's, would you care for a li'l bit o' juice? Mr. Werler's, is that a giant stinkbomb from your cute li'l bum-bum? Mr. Werler's, Mr. President, Willie answers to them all. William Douglas Stephenson, doesn't that sound like a presidential hopeful? Sarah sure thinks so.) and since Mr. Werler's has a Mr. in his name, we thought his favorite owl should, too. And so, Mr. Owl it is, a friendly enough but rather quiet fellow. So quiet, in fact, that Mr. Werler's has to "Whoo!" for him. It is an odd sight for sure, the owl sitting quietly and Little Guy whooing. Owls are cute, but not as cute as Mr. Werler's. At least he didn't pick out a snake.

Willie has been cranky lately, for what reason we know not. Luckily, Mr. Owl has been in exceptionally good spirits.