Little Hoot (2 page)

“Alright,”
the young owl scowled.

“There. I played for one whole hour. Now can I go to bed?”

“Yes, now you can go to bed. But…”

“Woo-whooooo! Woo-whooooo! Bedtime!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

And Little Hoot flew right into bed.

“But wait!” stalled Mama Owl. “What about a bedtime story?”

“And don’t forget a glass of water!” added Papa Owl.

But it was too late.

Little Hoot was already fast asleep.