Story Time

Once upon a time in the wackiest forest you could imagine, there lived a tiny owl named Oliver T. Hootington III, Esq. Unlike most owls who hooted wisely under the moonlight, Oliver had an unusual problem — he was absolutely terrified of the dark.

Every evening, as the sun began to set, Oliver would frantically collect twigs, leaves, and anything shiny he could find to build the world’s largest bonfire on his tree branch. It wasn’t just any bonfire, though. Oliver’s bonfire was adorned with disco balls, string lights, and a surprising number of glow-in-the-dark rubber chickens. His tree looked like a bizarre owl-themed nightclub.

One night, as he was busy setting up the latest edition of "Hoot Hoot Boogie," the other animals gathered below to watch. There were squirrels in sunglasses,

rabbits wearing tiny top hats,

and even a raccoon DJ spinning acorn records on a turntable made of mushrooms. The whole forest was ready for another one of Oliver's all-night raves.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew out his grand bonfire, leaving Oliver sitting in complete darkness. He gasped, flapping his wings wildly, knocking over a few disco balls, and accidentally pressing play on the raccoon DJ’s boombox. To his surprise, a funky tune filled the air, and the glow-in-the-dark chickens lit up like a neon dance floor.

Oliver blinked and realized something amazing: the dark wasn’t so bad when there was a good beat and a glowing chicken by your side. With a hoot of delight, he flapped his wings and joined the animals on the ground, busting out the most ridiculous dance moves anyone had ever seen. His favorite? The “Twist-and-Hoot,” which looked like he was trying to swat invisible moths while breakdancing.

From that night on, Oliver became known as the coolest owl in the forest — the one who threw glow-chicken dance parties under the stars. And as for the dark? He was no longer afraid. As long as the chickens kept glowing, and the DJ kept spinning, Oliver was just fine.

The End. Or is it... hoot hoot?