Who woos with hoos? Barred owls, that’s hoo—lmake that who. Hoo, hoo, hoohoo, hoo, he proposes owloquently. Hoo, hoo, hoowah, she accepts, owllegro, and the whole thing turns into a hootenanny. They owlope and set up mousekeeping in a hollow tree. Nothing owlegant, but with all that togetherness, it’s Owl Dorado. Time owlapses, and suddenly it’s twins. How come pop’s not in the picture? He’s out hunting midnight snacks, owl la carte.
