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Guardians of Ga'Hoole 02 - The Journey

Guardians of Ga'Hoole 02 - The Journey

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question was a perfectly sensible one. What, indeed, was simple about in-visibleness?
    “Well, young’uns,” Swatums answered, “there is nothing simple. It’s just that it has been said that the Great Ga’Hoole Tree is invisible. That it grows on the island in the middle of a vast sea, a sea called Hoolemere that is nearly as wide as an ocean. A sea that is always wrapped in fog, an island feathered in blizzards, and a tree veiled in mist.”
    “So,” said Twilight, “it’s not really invisible, it’s just bad weather.”
    “Not exactly,” replied Swatums. Twilight cocked his head. “It seems that for some the fog lifts, the blizzards stop, and the mist blows away.”
    “For some?” asked Gylfie.
    “For those who believe.” Swatums paused and then sniffed in disdain. “But do they say what? Believe in what? No. You see, that is the problem. Owls with fancy ideas—ridiculous! That’s how you get into trouble. Sweetums and I don’t believe in fancy ideas. Fancy ideas don’t keep the belly full and the gizzard grinding. Sugar gliders, plump rats, voles—that’s what counts.” Sweetums nodded andSwatums went over and began preening her for the millionth time that day.
    Soren knew in that moment that even if he were starving to death, he would still find Sweetums and Swatums the most boring owls on Earth.
    That late afternoon as they nestled in the hollow, waiting for First Black, Gylfie stirred sleepily. “You awake, Soren?”
    “Yeah. I can’t wait to get to Hoolemere.”
    “Me, neither. But I was wondering,” Gylfie said.
    “Wondering what?”
    “Do you think that Streak and Zan love each other as much as Sweetums and Swatums?” Streak and Zan were two Bald Eagles who had helped them in the desert when Digger had been attacked by the lieutenants from St. Aggie’s—the very ones who had earlier eaten Digger’s brother, Flick. The two eagles had seemed deeply devoted to each other. Yet Zan could not utter a sound. Her tongue had been torn out in battle.
    What an interesting question, Soren thought. His own parents never preened each other as constantly as Sweetums and Swatums, and they hadn’t called each other gooey names, but he had never doubted their love for each other. “I don’t know,” he replied. “It’s hard thinking about mates.I mean, can you imagine ever having a mate or what he might be like?”
    There was a long pause. “Honestly, no,” replied Gylfie.
    They heard Twilight stir in his sleep.
    “If I never taste another sugar glider it will be too soon.” Digger belched softly. “They keep repeating on me.”
    The four owls had left at First Black and bid their farewells to the Sooties. They had now alighted on a tree limb with a good view down the valley. They were looking for a creek—any creek that could feed into a river that hopefully would be the River Hoole, which they could follow to the Sea of Hoolemere.
    “What do you mean ‘keep repeating on you’?” Soren said, imagining little possums gliding in and out of Digger’s beak.
    “Just an expression. My dad used to say that after he ate centipedes.” Digger sighed. “And then Ma would say, ‘Well, of course they keep repeating on you, dear. You eat something that has all those legs, they’re probably still running around inside you.’”
    Gylfie, Twilight, and Soren burst out laughing.
    Digger sighed again. “My mom was really funny. I miss her jokes.”
    “Come on,” said Gylfie. “You’ll be okay.”
    “But everything is so different here. I don’t live in trees. Never have in my life. I’m a Burrowing Owl. I lived in desert burrows. I don’t hunt these silly creatures that glide and fly about through the limbs. I miss the taste of snake and crawly things that pick up the dirt. Whoops, sorry, Mrs. P.”
    “Don’t apologize, Digger. Most owls do eat snakes, not usually blind snakes, since we tend their nests, but other snakes. Soren’s parents were particularly sensitive and, out of respect for me, would not eat any snake.”
    Twilight had hopped to a higher limb to see if he could see any trace of a creek that might lead to a river.
    “He’s not going to be able to see anything in this light. I don’t care how good his eyes are. A black trickle of a creek in a dark forest—forget it,” Gylfie said.
    Suddenly, Soren cocked his head, first one way, then the other.
    “What is it, Soren?” Digger asked.
    “You hear something?” Twilight flew down and landed on a thin

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