After the owl had finished singing, the pussy cat was silent, staring out at the softly rolling waves.
"Well, my dear, how did you like it?" the owl asked, a trifle nervously. He had been wooing the little cat for weeks, and his moonlight serenade was to be the crowning effort. He already had the ring secreted in the honey pot and the money for the celebratory dinner.
"Hmmm," the kitten purred, for she could not say anything else.
"Lovely," the owl replied, and smiled to himself, very happy in his choice of a wife.
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