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In this episode we bring Tegan’s story – Otis The Optimistic Owlet and The Negative Narwhal – to life.
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Otis the Optimistic Owlet and the Negative Narwhal
Are you an optimist or a pessimist? Do you know what those words mean? Well, an optimist is someone who sees the good in any situation – sometimes people say they see a glass as being āhalf fullā. A pessimist is, well, pretty much the opposite. All they can see is the bad in things, they imagine the worst and if they were given the same glass would complain that itās half empty. You get the idea.
You might not realise it but animals can be optimists or pessimists too. Dogs for example, unless they have been badly treated are almost always optimists. In fact even dogs who have had a very hard life can be optimists. Small animals like mice are usually pessimistic because basically every other animal wants to eat them and that would ruin pretty much anyoneās mood.
And cats – well, cats are just cats. They do what they want and if thereās a glass with water in it all theyāll be thinking is can I fit my head in it to take a slurp or how much can I push it with my paw before it falls off the table?
In our story we have one optimistic animal – Otis, and one very very pessimistic animal – Nigel. Otis was an owlet – a small fluffy bundle of feathers with enormous eyes and a tiny beak. Nigel was a narwhal. A narwhal lives in the sea and has a pointy bit on its head, a bit like a unicorn. If a unicorn was crossed with a dolphin. Weird right?
Otis lived in the tall trees in the woods by the edge of a sand dune by the coast. He liked to fly out to the rocks in the deep water and watch the shoals of fishes – keen to make friends. He liked making friends. One day he was going goggled eyes at some golden guppies when he spotted something heād never seen before – it was a narwhal – Nigel in fact. He perched on a rock and churped in delight to see Nigel breaking the surf to dive down again.
āA unicorn fish!ā he shrieked in delight! āHow AMAZING! Letās be friends!ā
āIām not a unicorn. Or a fish come to thatā said Nigel. āNo one seems to know what I am. So no one usually wants to be my friend. I mean whatās the point of me? When you think of unicorns you think of glossy ponies with rainbow manesā¦ Iām a disappointment on that score. And the fish laugh at me and call me STICK HEAD.ā
Otis felt very sorry for Nigel. āThatās a pityā he churped. āPeople tend to like owlets. I spose Iām lucky not to have had anyone call me names like stick head. Thatās really mean isnāt it?ā
āEveryone likes baby owlsā observed Nigel. āItās like kittens and puppies – more fluff and less enormous spikes sticking out of your headā
āItās true. I think itās the fluffiness. Iām like a little cuddly ball of feathers. The big eyes help tooā he added, blinking. Then he remembered something excitedly. āOhhh! Ohhh! And I can do this amazing thing with my head! Look!ā And Otis swivelled his head backwards – it was a trick heād just learned to do and was very pleased with himself. Then he swivelled it back. Then he swivelled it again. And then back. It made him feel quite pleasantly dizzy so when he stopped, he staggered a bit on his spindly legs and nearly fell off the rock.
āWell doneā said Nigel. But he said it in a glum sarcastic way so Otis didnāt feel like Nigel was impressed at all. There didnāt seem to be anything more to say so bowing, Otis flapped away back to his nest in the tall tree. He asked his mum what he could do to help to cheer Nigel up. She said that sometimes just because people are sad or grumpy doesnāt mean they donāt want company – sometimes theyāve just had a bad time or got in a rut. Otis should keep trying – after all, everyone needs a friend.
āI spose Iām just lucky. My life is pretty easy compared to Nigel – I can hunt for prey all night, sleep all day and, well EVERYONE loves baby owls right?ā
His mum thought that luck didnāt actually have much to do with it. After all there were rich people who were miserable right?
Otis was right in a way. Everyone DID love baby owls but unfortunately for him, some things loved baby owls for quite different reasons. They loved a delicious baby owl for DINNER.
Earlier that day an enormous eagle had swooped over the woods, by the dunes at the coast, mooching around to see if there was anything worth chomping. As well as the usual bunnies and mice, heād been interested to see something small and fluffy perched on a rock – peering at the water. Now small and fluffy things, in his experience were usually DELICIOUS and so he was just preparing a swoop when the small fluffy thing flapped away to become hidden in the tall trees. Never mind. There was always tomorrow. Eagles as you can see fall on the optimistic side of the fence. If they were pessimistic theyād just go āoh thereās no point hunting, Iām so rubbish, Iāll never catch anything, everything is awful moan moan moanā and so on but fortunately for this story thereās only one negative nelly – or negative Nigel should I say.
So Otis had no idea that his easy perfect life was about to get – well a little less perfect.
The next day heād flapped down to the rock once again, to wait for Nigel, who splashed past – still looking gloomy.
āI donāt know why youāre bothering with me, he sighedā
āWeāre friends right? Anyway – what happened to all the other narwhals? I thought you guys hung out in packsā
Nigel sort of shrugged, as much as a dolphin with a horn can shrug. Youāll have to use your imagination to picture that. āI used to have a gang, but I think they got tired of me being so grumpy all the time that they all went off and left me. Everyone ends up getting tired of me in the end.ā He huffed.
āWell Iām not tired of you at all!ā churped Otis. āI think youāre an amazing swimmer – and you can diveā¦. Andā¦ā
āLOOK OUTā shouted Nigel all of a sudden – from the clear waters he could see something in the sky – it had been a speck – it grew in size and he could see the terrible beak and clawsā¦
āITāS AN EAGLE!ā
Otis looked up in terror – the eagle was close enough to be opening his talons ready to grab a juicy owlet for tea. He tried to flap away but his tiny wings were no match for the enormous eagle. He felt as if all hope was lost and thenā¦
SPLASH!
There was a whoosh of water and Nigel leapt from the waves, his horn jabbing at the eagle. The eagle was taken by surprise. The last thing heād expected to see was a unicorn fish and he didnāt like being jabbed at.
SPLASH! WHOOSH!
Again and again Nigel leapt and dived above the surf to attack the eagle – getting a good few pokes in. Finally the eagle decided he didnāt fancy his chances and soared away.
Otis was soaking wet, shivering and very very scared, but he was also very very glad to have been saved by Nigel.
āYou saved my life! Youāre a true friend!ā
Nigel said he hadnāt had time to think about it but he couldnāt let Otis become dinner. Heād found himself missing the little owl when heād flapped away the previous day.
āYouāre a HERO!ā trilled Otis – āand whatās more I shall make sure everyone knows what you did!ā
Nigel did something heād not done in ages. He actually SMILED. And feltā¦ what WAS that feeling – HAPPY? Maybe he wasnāt so useless – after all heād saved his friendās life – and even better – guess what? He had a FRIEND! All of a sudden life didnāt seem quite so bad.
Otis was as good as his word. He flew from rock to rock, to every tree and spread the news that courageous Nigel had saved his life from a vicious eagle attack.
Nigel found himself the talk of the tides – the shoals of fishes swished curiously around him now, eager to hear the tale, and his old pack of Narwhals said theyād be delighted if he joined the pack once more. So the story ends with Nigel living pretty much happily ever after.
Although thereās just one more thingā¦. Something I didnāt tell you is that a group of narwhals have a special name. Like you have a flock of birds, or a herd of sheep the word for a group of narwhals is – guess what? A blessing. A blessing of narwhals. 100% fact.
Otis found this fact out from a very wise owl in the woods and thought it was quite appropriate. It was a blessing that heād met Nigel – however negative he had been and it was also a blessing that Nigel found happiness again in the pack.
Although he was having a whale of a time with the narwhals, (or should that be a narwhal of a time??) Nigel would return now and then to chat to Otis on the rock – Otis being much more of an owl than an owlet these days – after all, they were friends, right? And everyone needs a friend!
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