Character Description

A white shape watched secretly from a perch on a snow covered tree. It was the snowy owl, Olivia, her bright beady eyes watching like a hawk not missing the slightest of movement. Stretching effortlessly her broad wings preparing to wait another hour throughout the driving snow for her meal to be spotted. Carefully preening her glossy brown and white feathers like a kitten, she made it look so easy. Through her curved beak she lapped up the smell of a lone field mouse, Andrew, and set flight to cautiously hover overhead, talons all ready and waiting to attack. Gliding over the fields her lunch a was spotted... Andrew had been found.


Rolling gleefully in his snow bath, Andrew the fully grown field mouse enjoyed the the winters cool breeze letting it overcome him with laughter, what a child! As he rolled back and fourth restlessly, his creamy white belly would reveal itself to the world but on one occasion when his small, fluffy head popped up for a swift unnoticeable squizz at his surroundings, his beady eyes as small as raisins being bombarded with snow continuously like a gun firing bullets at the enemy, Andrews long delicate whiskers sensed movement, spotting danger. Olivia had targeted him and was entering a full speed dive straight towards his pink button nose. He squeaked disbelievingly at his luck before he froze with intense fear, his ginger fur standing on end. Wiped back to his senses he scampered as fast as his three toed feet would carry him and clung desperately to a small shrub with his deathly claws, instantly wrapping his long spindly tail around the leaves. His tiny ears quivered as he listened for his approaching attacker.

"I am going to die," wailed Andrew as Olivia descended towards him.

"Too right you are," cackled Olivia landing gracefully beside Andrew. "Looking pretty good for my full coarse meal."

"Please don't, I will do anything," Andrew whimpered, his bottom lip quivering uncontrollably!

"Well come to think of it there is one thing that would stop you getting eaten," thought Olivia. "It is, can you be my friend as I get pretty lonely from time to time up in that tree of mine, no one to play with, no one at all and I guess I can always find an Antarctic hare to eat instead."

Hearing the sorrow in her voice Andrew answered "Of course but, but you could have picked anyone but me."

"Well I could, but you where the only one to cross paths with me so you are now the lucky one," a now cherry Olivia exclaimed. "Hop on my back and we can go for a quick tour of our wilderness!"

So off they went, two friends beaming with joy off on a big adventure.