Once upon a time in a log cabin on an indian lake lived a little boy with a beat up guitar and a great big dream. Every so often the little boy would sit on his small porch and sing quiet songs to the yellow moon. One night a white owl landed on an old lamp post near by and quietly sang along to the black sky and the yellow moon with the little boy on the indian lake with a great big dream and a beat up guitar. As the weeks passed the air grew thick and the moon began to fade and one night as the boy was quietly singing his songs the owl did ask, 'Who?'
It was at that point that the little boy did say, 'Me, that's who. Sometimes with you. We sing as one, but live as two. I dream of things I wish I'd do, but I'm too small to see them through.'
The owl replied, 'Your dreams are big and your heart is too. Don't tell yourself what you can't do. You've but one life - it's up to you. Now fly away and they'll come true.'
