An Umbrella To Miss

The Owl had accidentally left her favorite umbrella at a fancy cocktail bar last night. This umbrella was given to the Owl by a close friend who said the umbrella reminded them of the Owl because it was always there when you needed it. The Owl liked the sentiment then, but since it was raining today and the umbrella was off hanging out in a cocktail bar on its own, it now felt a little off the mark.

The Owl wondered if it was worth it to brave the rain in order to retrieve her favorite umbrella. Doing so would obviously result in the owl getting totally drenched on the way to picking up the umbrella, but once the umbrella was picked up the way back would be relatively dry.

“But,” the Owl wondered aloud, “I’d still be drenched from the trip there, even if I had an umbrella on the trip back it wouldn’t really make much of a difference to my overall wetness.”

The Owl found herself truly wrestling with the decision. She had never in her life thought that she could abandon her favorite umbrella, yet here, at the first bump in their relationship, she was considering just that.

“I certainly like the umbrella and want to keep it forever,” the Owl thought, “But, this inconvenience is a bit much.”

The Owl felt guilty. What kind of an umbrella owner was she? At the slightest inconvenience, she was ready to drop her most favorite umbrella and leave it at a cocktail bar?

“I don’t see my umbrella trying to get back to me though!” The Owl was suddenly livid, “I’m here worried sick about my favorite umbrella while it’s probably off having a wonderful time with all its new friends at the cocktail bar.”

What a terrible thing. The Owl was sad. How could her favorite object turn out to be so cruel to her? It’s not fair.

“I was literally thinking about walking in the rain to go get my favorite umbrella and I’m sure my umbrella hasn’t even thought about coming home at all!” Lamented the Owl, “That umbrella doesn’t want to come back to me. Why would it? I’m just a boring old owl. What do I have to offer? The umbrella is probably better off now, having a blast with its new fun cocktail bar friends. Well, that’s okay, I have myself, and I like myself and…”

A knock at the door interrupted the Owl’s laments. The Owl opened the door and saw a badger in a raincoat holding the Owl’s favorite umbrella.

“Hello, are you Sherri?” The Badger asked.

“I am,” The Owl replied.

“I think this belongs to you,” the Badger said as he handed the umbrella over, “It kept annoying us about wanting to go home so we finally just obliged and brought it to you.”

The Owl’s eyes lit up, “Really? It really said it wanted to come home! Oh, how wonderful!”

The Badger looked confused, “Well… No lady not really. It has an "‘if lost return to’ label that we found and figured you know with the rain today someone would be missing it. That other thing was just a cute story.”

The Owl didn’t hear the Badger. She was too busy swinging her favorite umbrella around and around the room, happy to be reunited with the best umbrella she ever knew.