Didn't go to sea after all. The owl stayed on his special tree, his big eyes surveying all around him and not missing a thing. While the pussycat sat underneath, waiting for... What? The owl to fall asleep and off his perch? The owl to say something witty or wooey? Or maybe they really are best friends and share their mice supper?
I'll leave it to your imagination to decide.
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