A young boy laid in his bed, waiting for his mother to tuck him into bed. His mother walked in with a glass of water for him, putting it on the stand next to his bed. "Mommy can you read my favorite bed time story to me?", the boy said as his mother tucked him in. "Sweety, I read that to you every night, you know it already by heart", she said kissing his forehead. "please mommy", he said innocently, his mother sighing."oh alright", she said pulling a book titled "The Moth, The Owl, and The Bat" from the shelf, the boy eager to listen.
Once upon a time, there was a Moth and an Owl. The Moth was very beautiful and beloved by everyone for her grace and kindness. The Owl was like a guardian to the people, his wisdom and commanding yet peaceful voice gave comfort to them. However the Moth didn't feel this way about him, feeling uneasy around him, his gaze felt like she was prey instead of ally. One night, the Moth took a stroll by herself in the woods, unknown to her, the Owl flew above, d