The Sparrow. part two.

The owl offered him a way out, the only hope he had. No matter how daft he'd been, the outlook wasn't bad. "Through work, you can find happiness," was all the sparrow could think and to find a way to thank the owl the sparrow would not shrink. He remembered that twice before, the owl had helped him out, with ever open wings and without a single doubt about the sparrow's ability to fly on his own. This preyed upon the sparrow's mind and began to get him down. To upset this precious owl the sparrow couldn't bear, Not being used to all this altruistic care. The owl had owed him nothing, all said and done, and to ask the owl for help the sparrow hadn't come. Although invited, he'd sometimes stood at the owl's door but his wings wouldn't move and he'd gone away once more. The sparrow had begun to see the owl personified as all-inspiring in his life, this cannot be denied.