Who Who Who

Who cares? Who is going? Who wants to know? Who? Who? Who? Sure. Other people pick up a cockatoo or a parrot. So that makes sense. I chose an owl, wanting to be more like Harry Potter. I chose All-good in the morning, when she was asleep and silent. There was a strong black piece of cloth over her cage. A pet that would be silent, except at night. I relished in the thought. No one mentioned that I my flu powder had taken a turn. I was in a seriously bewitched place, where owls were magical. It started out kind of funny. I woke up to who are you? Who? Who? Who? I told All-good, but her reaction was anything but silent. Who told you that you could purchase me? Who do you think you are? Who knows I am here? Who was diabolical enough to sell me? Who? Who? Who? This is day three. I have not had a wink of sleep in three nights. In the morning I intend to take All-good back to the store. But alas, the store, its owner, the entire town is gone. Who will take her off my hands? Who? Who? Who?