|The script for our puppet show came from Owl Moon by Jane Yolen.|
was late one winter night, long past my bedtime, when Pa and I went owling. The moon was
so bright the sky seemed to shine.
I had to run to keep up, but I never called out. If you go owling you have to be quiet, that's what Pa always says.
I could feel the cold. My nose and the tops of my cheeks felt cold and hot. But I never said a word. If you owling you have to be quiet and make your own heat.
I didn't ask what kinds of things hide behind black trees in the middle of the night. When you go owling you have to be brave.
Then we came to a clearing in the dark woods. The moon was high above us. It seemed to fit exactly over the center of the clearing and snow below it was whiter than the milk in a cereal bowl.
I listened and looked so hard my ears hurt and my eyes got cloudy with cold. Pa raised his face to call out again, but before he could open his mouth an echo came threading its way through the trees.Whoo-whoo-who-who-who-whoooo.
All of a sudden an owl shadow, part of the big tree shadow, lifted off and flew right over us. The shadow hooted again.
Pa shone his flashlight and caught the owl just as it was landing on a branch.
Seth's chalk drawing, owl sky.
We hope you enjoyed our show.