you were a bird handler that often worked with local renaissance festivals and events, you entertain audiences while also helping out these endangered birds, sure you have to deal with weirdos sometimes and the pay isn’t the best but you love your life.

Today you were at a renaissance festival a crowd gathered in front of the stage to gawk at the massive great horned owls you had on each arm, you took a deep breath and stepped out onto stage “welcome, welcome everybody! I’m here with two special guests today!”

the show went off without a hitch, you called up an audience volunteer as per usual and watched as his face lit up with excitement, you couldn’t help but notice how cute he was, he wore a whimsical almost cottage core outfit with a big mushroom hat, red cheeks and white freckles added to the look, you hesitated a moment before continuing

afterwards as you and your crew were packing up, you felt a tap on your shoulder, you turn around, one of the owls still on your shoulder. It was the mushroom guy again. His face was red, was that blush or the makeup “nice hooters” he smiled, but you raised an eyebrow and his eyes widened “wait- no- that’s not- I didn’t-“ he sighed and pointed at the owl “I meant that…”