Blood Hardly Defines One's Character.

Hail To St. Aegolius Our Alma Mater. Hail, Our Song We Raise In Praise Of Thee Long In The Memory Of Every Loyal Owl Thy Splendid Banner Emblazoned Be. Now To Thy Golden Talons Homage We're Bringing. Guiding Symbol Of Our Hopes And Fears Hark To The Cries Of Eternal Praises Ringing Long May We Triumph In The Coming Years. - The Owls Of St. Aegolius

Otulissa Swelled Up To Twice Her Normal Size. 'well, Sprink On Your Spronk!

We Are The Owls Of The Weather Chaw. We Take It Blistering, We Take It All. Roiling Boiling Gusts, We're The Owls With The Guts. For Blizzards Our Gizzards Dr Tremble With Joy. An Ice Storm, A Gale, How We Love Blinding Hail. We Fly Forward And Backward, Upside Down And Flat. Do We Flinch? Do We Wail? Do We Skitter Or Scutter? No, We Yarp One More Pellet And Fly Straight For The Gutter! Do We Screech? Do We Scream? Do We Gurgle? Take Pause? Not On Your Life! For We Are The Best Of The Best Of The Chaws!

Very Possible! Possible, Indeed. Maybe Even Probable, Which, As You Know If You Study Your Arithmetic,can Happen More Often Than Possible. In Other Words, Probable Is More Possible Than Possible. - Bubo

What Are Emotions Exactly?' Lutta Asked. 'silly Feelings That Get In The Way Of Actions.