"OUCH!" said Harry as what appeared to be a small, gray, feathery tennis ball collided with the side of head. Harry massaged the spot furiously, looking up to see what had hit him, and saw a minute owl, small enough to fit into the palm of his hand, whizzing excitedly around the room like a loose firework......"Calm down!" Harry said as the small owl flew low over his head, twittering madly with what Harry could only assume was pride at having delivered the letter to the right person.
Isn't that the most horrifyingly cute thing you have ever heard in YOUR LIFE?!??! I CAN'T HANDLE IT! I was giggling and convulsing like crazy as I finished Book 3 yesterday and began Book 4 right after. I had my suspicions before, but when I read about Pig--THAT'S when I knew that J.K. Rowlings was a true genius. Look at the size! THE EYES! THAT FACE! THE RATIO HE IS TO THE GLOVED HAND!!!! I know. I'm being ridiculous. But anyone who professes to know me should also know, that ignoring spiders, anything tiny by rule is automatically overwhelmingly horrifyingly cute. Especially when they're THAT pleased with themselves. It's just ones of those things.
