Chapter 1 The Owl Act I I hate it. Plain, white and featureless, with just a hint of an owl. It’s a mug – a giant teacup. And I hate it. ‘She’ owns three owl mugs; two I like – though not this one. It’s big and fat; it must of greed take upmost of a gallon to fill – leaving me with nothing for my cup of tea. ...  Jack Wolfe Frost is accepting feedback on this chapter.Would you like to be a part of it? Sign in or join to offer your feedback and constructive criticism. FAQ: I don't feel "qualified" to give feedback. Can I still provide it? |
