Now when she saw what had happened to her she was frightened. In her fright she flew back to her mother's stone hut.
But now that she was a bird she did not remember about the doors and windows. She flew wildly against the stone wall of the house.
So rapid was her flight that she struck the wall with great force. Her long bill and her face were quite flattened by the blow.
She forgot her mother's house, and in pain flew again to the trees by the river.
The next night the mother heard the voice of her queer little girl among the leaves calling, "Whoo-whoo-whoo!"
But when she looked she saw only a flat-faced, big-eyed bird who was making a supper of the poor little field-mouse.
THE OWL AND THE RAVEN[1]
Once upon a time the owl and the raven were fast friends.
They lived beside the same stream. They built their nests in a tree side by side. They sang the same songs. They ate the same food. They wore dresses of the same pale gray.