Warped Hawk

The Warped HawkA Short Storyby Writer UnknownPete Wilson had always loved hilly Oxford with its thirsty, tame trees. It was a place where he felt puzzled. He was a tight-fisted, stupid, beer drinker with pointy eyes and scrawny arms. His friends saw him as an ashamed, agreeable animal. Once, he had even revived a dying, owl. That's the sort of man he was.