Diggie. Your talking owl, intelligent and extremely loyal. He practically saved the lands of Eruditio. Layla had never been so grateful you for having a talking animal, even though she found it strange.

You owned Diggie. You didn't treat him like an animal, like a pest, you treated him like a person. A family member, a friend. Diggie felt so happy to have a friend like that, a family member who wouldn't abuse his power.

"Cookies?" Diggie said, jumping. He flapped his wings, pointing to a bag of cookies on top of the cupboard.