The great escape

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The great escape

February 16, 2017
Today, this disheveled little owl drove to a mango farm on the Sunshine Coast where she helped a media crew and a celebrity chef with a delicious Irish accent shoot a best-mangoes-ever story for their television program. After that, she helped her journalist-business-partner-friend make a podcast about mango picking and how to operate a mango picking pole. She introduced herself to the mango orchard manager's kelpies (easy) and then to the strange-but-beautiful birds which flocked through the orchard like ducks (not so easy.) She recorded all the day's adventures as videos and panoramas and images on her phone (which she had purchased because it did these jobs nicely), all for editing later. Then, after a hot and dusty mango-filled day, the disheveled little owl and her journalist-business-partner-friend returned to the little owl's car. The little owl put her phone on the roof while she removed her shoes-which-were-not-appropriate-for-visiting-mango-orchards. (The tops of her feet were very dusty.) She ran her fingers through her sweaty hair (which her hat had pressed quite flat) and started the car and drove (observing the speed limit precisely). Then, there was a bump-and-a-clatter. The little owl looked in her rear view mirror and saw her mobile phone with all the day's videos and panoramas and images bouncing and spinning across the road, glinting and sparkling beautifully. ("My mobile!" she said anxiously.) And so the little owl stopped the car and went back and looked. A truck stopped behind them and a man got out and looked. Another truck stopped and the manager of the mango orchard got out and looked. And then the first truck driver found the mobile phone's case. It was dusty (like the little owl's feet) but all-in-one-piece. The little owl found the phone in the grass by the side of the road. It was shocked-but-otherwise-unhurt. And so, after the little owl and her friend, the first truck driver and the manager of the mango orchard had all gasped in amazement they all climbed back into their various vehicles and resumed their various journeys. (And that night they all had the best-mangoes-ever for dinner, and slept happily all the night through.)