Jessie, to her extreme happiness, managed to find the very last empty car. The shy firstie dropped her trunk and sat for a minute to catch her breath. Her baby owl hooted again to remind her he wanted to stretch his wings. She let him out and watch him fly out for a few minutes. "You know," she said aloud to him, "I can't keep calling you 'little boy' or 'baby' forever. You need a proper name." He landed on her arm and she nuzzled him under his chin. "Do you have any suggestions, little friend," she said with a laugh. As she sat back, thinking of a name, she heard a knock on the door.