Mr. Potoo used to pretend to be a bump on a log when the Owls flew by - but in time he learned they were as friendly as other folk.
The Owls, well - they learned that the stump they flew past on Tuesdays had a bigger personality than they'd bargained for.
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EDIT: Eep! A daily deviation - I'm honored! I'd like to thank those who featured me, all who have left such lovely comments, and, at last, the humble potoo, who, with such a delightful array of ridiculous expressions, must surely improve every painting he graces.