A story in 10 chapters and 1,400 characters
The owl and the pussycat went to sea in a beautiful pea-green boat. They took some money and plenty of honey but were otherwise ill-equipped
The owl looked up to the stars above and sang to a small guitar, ‘Oh lovely pussy, oh pus-’ ‘Did you pack the compass?’ interrupted the cat.
‘No’, said the owl, lowering his guitar defensively. ‘I thought you said you were going to. I packed the honey and the money.’
‘Well what good’s the honey going to do us on a year-long boat trip? Especially since you wrapped it in a five-pound note. It’s all soggy.’
‘Couldn’t find a Tupperware container. You've moved everything round in the kitchen. Anyway I know where we’re going. Don’t need a compass.’
‘Don’t need a compass?!? Typical. I knew this was a bad idea. I’m a pussycat. I don’t even like water. Have you packed the waterproofs?’
‘Oh, that’s so predictable. Blame it all on me. This is going to be a long year and a day if that’s the attitude you’re going to take.’
The cat looked out to sea in a huff. It was the owl having the midlife crisis, not her. ‘Lets stop and ask directions,’ she said eventually.
‘No,’ said the owl resolutely. ‘That’s Orion’s belt. Which means it’s a left and then straight on to the land where the bong trees grow.’
‘He’s a lovely singer,’ thought the pussycat as they zig-zagged towards the horizon. ‘I’m just not sure he’s marriage material.’