The Story of Oscar & the Teapot
Oscar the stripy winged owl lives a colourful life. He wakes up just in time to bask in the freshest light of the Sun, listening to Bossa Nova tunes from the 60s, and reads the latest news in the Owl Fashion & Art World. He’s also particularly interested in the latest mouse catching hotspots. However, his absolute favourite thing to do in the morning is sip Genmaicha that brews for 4.5 minutes in his multi coloured Teapot. Oscar is a lucky owl, he gets to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants.
Oscar wasn’t always this lucky. Oscar grew up in the less than glamourous part of The Woods. Everyone around him had one thing and one thing only on their minds - rats. They lived to eat rats. Not a single owl in the neighbourhood had dreams, not a single one thought of life being more vibrant, more exciting, more fun than the dreary drudgery of the Rat Race. They seemed to have forgotten what life was all about. All but one Owl that is.
Everyone from his school principle Mrs. Hooter to his owl mates to his parents Mr. & Mrs Wilderness thought he was crazy to think that someday he could live on the Upper Side of The Woods, eating only Mice, and stay awake during the day! But Oscar knew that somehow, someway, someday he’d live on the Upper Side of The Woods, eating only Mice, staying awake during the day to bask in the Sun.
Oscar was one day flying home from school, when he was drawn to a particularly colourful object. It was barely visible, covered by branches and twigs and dirt. It seemed like no one had used it in a while. Did it belong to anybody? It was a Teapot. He used his claws to find out what was in the Teapot. Nothing, except for a note on a piece of crumpled paper:
“Whatever the mind can conceive and believe, it can achieve.” - Napoleon Hill
Oscar, I know only one owl in the whole of this part of town would find this teapot fascinating. Take it, and let it remind you everyday that you can live the way you want to.
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“Who wrote that message?” Oscar would ask for years to come - even to this day - sipping his Genmaicha. The message sat opposite his record player playing Bossa Nova tunes from the 60s, in an old, rustic frame. He thanks whoever that anonymous inspiration was by flying down to his old neighbourhood and inspiring all the Owlets of the area to have dreams, to dream not of flying to the outskirts of town for rats, but to soar high to the Moon and Beyond. Every now and then, he’ll find an owlet similar to him, and he’ll give them a colourful teapot, a bag of Genmaicha, and the quote that changed his life.
Owls love Tea, and Owls love to dream :)