The Owl’s Decree: A Garment Green and True

The Owl’s Decree: A Garment Green and True

By Dudeily

Upon a towering oak, where moonlight bathed the land in silver glow, sat His Feathery Majesty, King Hootsworth the Grand. With a ruffle of his splendid plumage, he did decree:

"Let it be known throughout the woodland vast and wide—mine attire must be green and true! A garment most noble, woven by the hands of nature herself!"

The tailors of the forest—rabbits skilled in stitching, beavers adept at crafting, and an especially dramatic peacock—scrambled to obey.

The beavers gnawed at bark, shaping a wooden vest. "Too stiff!" bellowed the king.

The rabbits spun a tunic of soft moss. "Too damp!"

The peacock, ever the visionary, presented a cloak of fallen leaves. "Too crunchy!"

At last, a daring young sparrow proposed, "Why not don the feathers nature hath given thee?"

King Hootsworth pondered. "Verily, thou art wise, small one. Perhaps true style is not stitched, but worn in confidence!"

And thus, with a mighty fluff of his own feathers, the owl king declared himself fashion perfected!

The forest cheered. The peacock wept. And from that day forth, "The Garment Green and True" was simply... being oneself.