“Good morning, Grandma little owl,” he said, still running. “Good morning, dear Nader… I’m trying to sleep. It was a long night,” said the kind owl, resting above a high rock. “Well, then… happy dreams, grandma little owl,” “Don’t wander far alone; the wolves might eat you,” warned the little owl before she surrendered to sleep. Of course, the fawn was running at top speed; he couldn’t hear her advice.”
Book:The Desert Heroes