WHEN the big fiberglass Owl on the porch turned its head, looked at me and winked----
I knew it was apt to be that kind of morning.
It also occurred to me this might be a neat way to start a story.
"That's been done before !", rasped the Owl. "Done to death, if you want my opinion !"
He clacked his beak, and tried to look wise - but succeeded only in looking insufferable.
I put my coffee cup down carefully. " Shouldn't you be scaring rabbits away from the vegetables,or something ? "
The Owl hung its head and groaned. " They just look at me and snicker !"
It's always gratifying to have a Critic right where you want him; but I'm a forbearing sort, so I merely said "Ummmm...." , and reached for my coffee.
We were sitting there in semi-companionable silence when the Rocking Chair decided to speak .
She is a fine, grandmotherly plush rocker, who likes nothing better than to put you on her lap and rock you to sleep....but I don't generally hear from her (other than a slight squeaking ).
"Pardon me," she said softly. " While you two were chattering, the story just up and started---and I'd like very much to know how it comes out !"
" For example,", she said. "We should have a "Meet-Cute" : girl meets boy in cute way; boy falls for girl; boy loses girl; then boy wins her back again. You know."
"Oh, boy !" , I said to the Owl. " Do you want to tell her ?"
"No way !", the fiberglass bird responded, clacking his beak. " She's your chair !"
" Okay," I said to the Chair. " There have been a few changes since the 20th Century."
"It isn't always "boy and girl" these days. It could also be ...."Other" - in a wide variety of combinations and permutations."
"What's more, when ...protagonists meet, they rush directly to " Hook-Up Hanky Panky " - and- if that turns out well, they exchange names and cell phone numbers."
"The next big step in a relationship is Facebook. Each party posts the other's particulars , and everybody gets to vote on whether they "like" the person presented."
The Owl nodded. " Yep. That's about the way it works these days."
"Oh my !",said the Rocking Chair. " That's really----I don't know. Where's the magic ? The love songs ? The dancing in the rain ?"
She began to cry-very softly - and I didn't know what to do - other than pat her - rather ineffectually,and say : "There-there !"
It was definitely that kind of morning.