2025-02-08
32 分钟This is Ria.
Welcome to Little Stories for Tiny People.
Our story today is about something I've never done and know nothing about.
Me, experiment in the kitchen?
Not use a recipe?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Let's get to it.
It's called Mrs. Owl's Soup.
Take it away, Ava.
Remember, there are no pixels.
You'll have to imagine the pixels in your mind.
You can imagine the pixels however you want.
Okay, here we go.
Mr. and Mrs. Owl returned home after a successful hunt just before dawn.
As soon as they crossed the threshold of their tree house, which was cozy despite the chill in the forest,
Mr. Owl made a beeline for his hammock in the next room.
Good morning, dear.
Good morning, Mrs. Owl replied, but instead of heading to her own hammock, she lingered in the entryway.
Mrs. Owl was a spontaneous, imaginative sort of bird.
That was partly what made her an excellent hunter.