"Good Lord!" I said, "What're you?"
Owl: I am an angel.
Geo.: But...but angels are suppose to be..."
Owl: I know, robed and winged humanoids, untrained social workers condemned to prop up yesterday's ideologies. We're owls now.
Geo.: Why were people not informed?
Owl: People are as they are, Geo., and it would be an impertinence to expect them to change.
Geo.: Can we not change for the better, Owl?
Owl: Sure, you'd be surprised at what conscience can do. And if that fails, self-delusion and positive thinking can work wonders.
Geo.: I prefer conscience.
Owl: An excellent first step, but victory is only relevant to the strength of the opposition.
Owl: An excellent second step! But say it softly. Our influence is finally inversely proportional to the noise we make.
Geo.: I feel sleepy, Owl. Is there any thing else?
Owl: Oh yes, much more --much more you must learn-- but in the meantime, be moderate in your behavior and habits, especially where spirits are concerned. There is danger at every turn.
Geo.: Like a bullet with my name on it?
Owl: Heaven forbid! More likely a shot glass.
I closed my eyes for what seemed like only a moment, and when I looked again, the shade was up and little blue owl was gone.