Owl At Home

My brother Brian and I had a favorite book growing up about a certain feathered animal that lived in a little house. I can remember these stories so clearly, even though I haven't seen the book in years. Brian learned how to read very early and he would read this book to me. I came across this one while looking for a new Tag book for Lily to read on the plane. It was a much larger version of the book we had, so I didn't get it. Call me sentimental. 

I read a few of the stories to Lil while we sat in Barnes & Noble and I've come to realize that the owl was not the sharpest pencil in the box.