The Keeper's Daughter
by Alan McCluskey
It wasn’t Brent’s fault he was stuck in the form of Jake the Owl, at least he didn’t think it was as he sat on a branch preening despondently. The threads of his stories had become inextricably muddled in his owlish head. To think that he’d once prided himself on being a storyteller. His stories had become adventures and some had become nightmares, and now he was stuck with them.