Who Who Hendrix.
Once upon a time, in an emerald green wood, there lived an owl. Nothing unusual about that, you might think, except this owl was quite possibly the coolest owl that ever lived anywhere. His name was who who Hendrix, and he was so cool that he wore sunglasses all the time, even at night. Nothing ever, seemed to ruffle the feathers of who who Hendrix, to the extent that the other animals of the wood all thought he was incredibly awesome. Well,
almost all the other animals. One animal was particularly jealous of the attention and comments that who who Hendrix received. She thought that she deserved some attention too. Her name was Victoria, a rabbit with particularly soft fur. She was so proud of her fur that she felt it deserved
to be noticed. She would strut between the trees, pausing every now and again to lean up against a root or pose before a dandelion, in the hopes that a passing animal would comment, What a delightful morning, she announced loudly to a passing hedgehog. I beg your pardon, said the hedgehog, who clearly had something else on his mind. I said, repeated Victoria, as she made a big deal of stroking the soft fur on her leg. What a delightful morning it is. Just look at the way the
warm sunlight simply shines upon my luxurious fur. Warm sunlight, muttered the hedgehog, barely slowing down. If it's bothering you, you should get some sunglasses, like who who Hendrix? That owl sure knows how to look good in a pair. With that, said the hedgehog ambled on, flip and flop spat the rabbit as she stamped a large foot. Why is it that all anyone ever talks about is that obnoxious, odious owl? Can't they just take a moment to see how fabulous I am? Say, little bunny, what's got you
so hot and bothered? Asked a relaxed voice within the branches above her. Victoria was taken aback to see who who hendricks up? There? Uh, nothing to concern yourself with, said.
The rabbit, sniffily.
I'm perfectly all right, Thank you very much. That's cool, said the owl, lazily, Sorry to have bothered you. Who Hendrix walked away up the branch, leaving Victoria to glare after him. It's just not fair, she fumed. Everyone thinks that owl is so special? Just because he wears shades. Maybe that hedgehog was right. I'll get my own pear.
Then everyone will think I'm cool too. So that afternoon, Victoria the rabbit hopped through the long grass, wearing her very own up ahead, she spied a skunk, so she stopped to casually lean against the stump of an old tree. Good afternoon, she said, doing her best to look as cool as possible. What do you think about what? Asked the skunk, adjusting her route to avoid the rabbit. The sunglasses, of course, snapped Victoria. What do you think of the sunglasses?
They're all right, I suppose, shrugged the skunk as.
She passed on by.
Not as good as who who Hendrix is? But they're okay, Not as good, cried Victoria crossly. Of course there is good, But it was too late. The unimpressed skunk was gone. Why do all the rotten animals around here think that awful owl is so wonderful?
The rabbit shrieked to herself.
It can't just be his particular pair of sunglasses, could it, she thought, trying to work it out. Then she gasped, they must be magic sunglasses. That's it. That horrible owl is cheating. At that moment, Victoria the Rabbit made up her mind she was going to steal who Who Hendricks's shades and make them her own. That evening was an exciting one for the animals of the wood. There was to be a music concert held down by the pond.
McCartney the Frog would be singing songs to the assembled audience, with creatures gathering to watch as soon as the sun began to set. By the time the concert was due to start, the pond's side was packed and it included one Victoria the Rabbit. On this occasion, because she was up to no good, Victoria didn't want anyone to notice her. To pull off her daring theft, she needed to move
about unnoticed, and so she had adopted a disguise. Not only was she still wearing the sunglasses from earlier, she also sported a large straw hat to cover her ears. There was no way anyone would recognize her. Now, excuse me, Victoria, said a duck, gently pushing past her through the crowd.
A lucky guess, hissed the rabbit.
The problem with wearing sunglasses after the sun had set was that it was very hard to see where she was going, and even harder to spot who Who Hendrix, especially amongst all these animals in the crowd. All she could do was casually move through it and hope she caught sight of him. Out on the pond on a stage of overlapping lily pads, McCartney, the frog was finishing the first of his songs to loud whistles and clapping.
Thank you all for coming, said the frog happily. Now for my next song, I have a very special, very cool guest joining me out on the water. The audience irrupted with enthusiastic cheers as who Who Hendrix swept down out of the night sky with a guitar slung across his body and his sunglasses still in place. Great to be here, said the owl, still as cool as ever. Hearing the owl voice, Victoria the rabbit spun in his direction, although she still couldn't see a thing. Now I've got you,
she grinned, taking a big step forward. Those sunglasses are going to be mine. Unfortunately, she really couldn't see a thing. She stepped straight off the pond's edge and landed with an almighty splash in the murky water. Help, she spluttered desperately I can't swim, but who who Hendricks was already in the air, gliding effortlessly over to snatch the soggy rabbit up in his claws to return her to dry land. Somebody get this rabbit a towel, said the owl, looking
cooler than ever. Victoria, who had lost both her hat and her shades in the water, looked at her damp fur and sobbed. The rest of the concert was a huge hit, with who Who Hendrick's playing a blistering guitar set alongside McCartney's superb singing, but there was one member of the audience who wasn't enjoying it at all. Those sunglasses must be magic, growled Victoria. How else could that
objectionable owl see what he was doing. She was determined to lay her paws on them before the night was done, so she snuck around to the pond's far side and launched herself on a small wooden boat she found there. Paddling carefully, she crept up behind the lily pad stage where the duo were performing their last song. All she needed to do was climb from the boat to the stage. Not being a water based animal, this made her nervous if only this rotten little boat would keep still, she thought,
surely all it needed was one little hop. That's what rabbits specialized in. So she hopped, but this made the boat rock even more. Instead of landing on the lily pad, she plopped into the water in between. Help, she shouted as she splashed about, I can't swim this time. Who Who Hendrix was even cooler. He didn't even stop playing the guitar as he leaned out to pluck the soaking
rabbit up in one foot. Somebody get this rabbit a towel, said the owl, looking quite possibly the coolest he'd ever been. The crowd thought this was all part of the show and began cheering for more so mc cartney, the frog and who Who Hendrix.
Began an encore.
They were sensational, with the owl even playing the guitar behind his back. When the concert was over, the stage floated to the pond side to allow who Who Hendrix and McCartney to mix with the adoring fans. No sooner had they set foot upon the grass when a crazed rabbit burst forth and tried to snatch the sunglasses from the owl's face. Being as cool as he was who who? Hendrix simply stepped casually aside, leaving the screaming rabbit to take a plunge into the pond.
Somebody get this rabbit a towel.
Said the owl as he hooked the half drowned Victoria out. A pair of paramedic foxes swept the rabbit away to the medical tent, where they helped her cough up the water she'd swallowed and dried her in a big blanket. Feeling utterly miserable, Victoria could only sulk.
Woods with all the swimmen.
Asked who who Hendrix appearing beside her, You bother, some bird, snapped Victoria crossly. I was trying to get your sickening sunglasses. These, said the owl in surprise, as he removed them from his face. If you wanted em that much, you should have just said he passed them over. You're just giving them away, said the stunned rabbit. But aren't they magic? No, they're perfectly ordinary, and now they're yours, he said as he turned to leave. By the way, rabbit, what loveliest
soft fur you have. Victoria's heart melted. How cool of you to notice, she said.
The end