The Bat that flits at close of EveHas left the Brain that won't believe.The Owl that calls upon the NightSpeaks the Unbeliever's fright.

England! awake! awake! awake! / Jerusalem thy sister calls! / Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death, / And close her from thy ancient walls?

The crow wished everything was black, the owl, that every thing was white.

I've always been a night owl.

Owl," said Rabbit shortly, "you and I have brains. The others have fluff. If there is any thinking to be done in this Forest--and when I say thinking I mean thinking--you and I must do it.

I've called a couple of times and left messages to have my calls returned by him (Mayor Larry Warren) and I haven't had any of them returned. We are hoping we can continue a decent relationship with the city.