Old Moon

                                                  flash fiction
The moon did become old at least to the big round eyes of that little owl. The couple of years he breathed the air on earth had been great except that hanging white round-shaped  thing. The overcast sky though hid it so did the new moon phase but still it dared to reappear and that too in its old white round-shaped avatar. The owl talked to his spectacles-wearing parents who told there's nothing more beautiful than moon. Little owl was not happy with the answer and so he decided to bring it down to the ground with the help of a rope. One night when the rest of his family was busy chatting with the neighbouring owls, he began his journey. On his way he met other animals and birds who would be be busy working in the dark. They too tried to make him understand that moon in deed is the most beautiful thing but that has never made it a proud . Besides there was one old bat who like the little owl tried to take the moon away from its hanging throne but failed. Hell-bent the owl resumed his journey till he got so tired that he had to rest on the branches of a tall tree but fell from there. Luckily the shower had made the rocky ground flooded and the village,river everything looked the same...roaring to eat away everything. The little owl was never so close to the ground . He found whole of the starry sky was on the ground along with the moon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So there 's the moon drowning under the water unlike the little owl who at least had the luck to learn swimming from his parents. The moon being too old didn't have that same chance for his parents must have died long ago. The owl cursed the moon a lot before it got drowned. Next morning and and the nights afterwards he had a peaceful sleep before he could see the sky got covered with a white round thing. This time he too wowed along with other at its beauty for he knew it's a new one...he could see the changes...the old one was drowned in front of him. This can't be the old one! It did become old and boring...

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