The Keeper's Daughter

It wasn’t Brent’s fault he was stuck in the form of Jake the Owl, at least he didn’t think it was as he sat on a branch preening despondently. The threads of his stories had become inextricably muddled in his owlish head. To think that he’d once prided himself on being a storyteller. His stories had become adventures and some had become nightmares, and now he was stuck with them.