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It was an early Christmas morning and I carelessly ran down my cottage stairs. To my luck, an ocean of presents waited at my bounty. They were all from my mother and father from Germany. They'd left me here to look after the cottage for a few days. I've still waited here for them to come back.

My owl

It was an early Christmas morning and I carelessly ran down my cottage stairs. To my luck, an ocean of presents waited at my bounty. They were all from my mother and father from Germany.

They'd left me here to look after the cottage for a few days. I've still waited here for them to come back.

Being an only child, they were able to buy me more than the typical family of five would be able to buy.

When they did buy many presents, I felt quite spoiled but I didn't want to write to them to complain.

My eyes were automatically drawn to a large 1.5-metre present that was, unfortunately, right at the back of the living room.

Darn it! Yet I wasn't going to be a sour grape over a present being in the wrong place!

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I finally peeled back the wrapping paper to the tallest Christmas present my mother and father had ever sent me.

From under the silver wrapping paper, there was a large clay owl statue that I almost mistook for a true owl! He had beige feathers that perfectly blended in with his dark chocolate face.

The only thing that scared me about him was his red eyes. I then read the plaque that was emblazed into his stomach-Albert.

I've loved that owl for two long years. But during that time, I've felt the urge to get rid of him. What can I say? I've always wanted him to be free.

It was after the terrible nightmare that I had on Christmas Eve that I decided that enough is enough with this torment! Albert was trapped in this small cottage for too long!

I rushed out of bed, dragged Albert and a stool to the window in my bedroom. After pushing and shoving and heaving for what felt like hours, I felt the statue fall to the stone floor below.

I felt distraught. I'd killed the only company and best friend that I had.

After a few minutes, I heard a WHOOSH! I leapt up to the window just in time to see small orange and purple owl with the kindest hazelnut eyes fly out into the moonlight.

I couldn't believe it! That small owl had been living inside of Albert for years. I'd always knew that he'd wanted to be free. I've always wanted him to be free...

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