Otto the Owl and the Lost Gnome
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Otto the owl, perched on a branch, listened to the night.
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He loved the rustle of the leaves and the echo of his own hoot.
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In the moonlight, Otto saw a ghostly shape in the distance.
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It was a gnome, lost in the forest, looking for his home.
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Otto decided to help and guided the gnome with a whistle.
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They passed a castle, quiet and still, its windows dark.
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Otto, perched on a tower, called out to the gnome to hasten.
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The gnome followed the sound, his steps echoing in the night.
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Finally, they reached a small house, nestled amongst a thistle.
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The gnome thanked Otto and disappeared inside, leaving Otto alone in the quiet night.
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Otto flew back to his branch, the moonlight glistening on his feathers.
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Once again, Otto listened to the night, his heart full of joy.