Pretending to be an owl

I am not the kind of pig able to sit still 10 seconds for a snapshot. When the flash should be used, one may bet the picture would be useless.

Still, sometimes I have moments of profound insight that make me think to our purpose in life and other philosophical stuff. But it takes no longer than one minute, so the human female must hurry in order to capture my intelligent facial expression.

I remember how once I’ve tried very hard to resemble with an owl. I was so absorbed by my efforts that I completely and truly forgot to move for more than 3 minutes. Enough for her to capture the way I was focusing my mind to achieve the goal, despite the vegetables laying on the ground.

I don’t know if you ever tried to play an owl, but it is very difficult. First, you need to convince your fur that it is actually feathers. Than your head must turn round, so you need to inhale a lot and keep the air in your mouth. Inhaling with your ears might also help… Your eyes will implicit turn bigger and round. After all this, holding your appearance, you must put your body in a shape of a sphere, convince your ears to point and balance on the very edge of a wood stuff.

You should look somehow like this:


I know, I know, it’s not my best picture, but I was so focused to get there that I complete forgot to be photogenic.

(Written by Spock while waiting for his dinner.)

P.S. I also found pictures with me trying to resemble a mouse, a chicken, and other unknown animals…

How Guinea Pigs show up on Earth

If ever your Guinea Pig asks how he or she has been brought to life, don’t lie! Tell the truth: as the human babies are brought by a stork, we are here thanks to the owls.

No matter how amazing it seems, this is the honourable truth. At least this is what I’ve heard from the rabbits that were hosted near my cage in the pet shop… And I have no reason to believe they were trying to mislead me. Also, I’ve seen a number of owl toys in the pet shop, and the rabbits told me they are there to make the Guinea Pigs feel more comfortable.

Despite all this, I find it strange that I kind of get scared when somebody waves a cloth nearby. I’ve tried to analyse my behaviour from a psychoanalytical perspective and the only conclusion is that either I’m afraid an owl might get me back from where I came; either another bird might abduct and probably eat me… Although I’ve never heard of any such case.

A very difficult approach over my personality… Anyhow, remember: tell your Guinea Pig the truth about the owl! He will be able to watch Harry Potter with you after this.

(Written by Kirk in a moment of deep insight.)