Wilber Liszt Manor.
One could hear the sound of owl wings flapped in the wind. The strange-eyed owl flew in a graceful arc and landed in the hall at a breakneck speed; there was an envelope in its beak.
There were more than a dozen farm owners in the hall. One of them was a middle-aged man with fiery red hair and a beard. He reached out and took the envelope from the owl's beak. He placed a small dried fish in a copper bowl and put it in front of the owl.
When the owl lowered its head and started to pick at the dried fish in the bowl, the red-haired middle-aged man turned his head and smiled at the people in the hall. "This is a bronze tier owl, and it is also my old friend, Folson's beloved pet! It loves dried fish. If you feed it once, it will allow you to pet its head. You will definitely fall in love with this feeling."
Zangwill opened the envelope and finished reading the letter; then, he smiled.
