Slowly and very carefully Allison walked in with her baby white elf owl in her hands. The poor thing was so tiny she had no need for anything to hold him with but her bare hands. He didn't even hurt her with his tiny claws.

Robin hooted once or twice at the sight of all the other owls and even Allison had to give it to him; there were too many and some didn't look to happy to be awaken. Avoiding any owl excrement Allison sat near the edge of the tower and kissed Robin's beak.

"You're a small one. However I got a small job for you. It won't be too hard. I doubt mum has even left Diagon Alley. She said you weren't good enough for letters. But I say she be wrong! So what say you meh dear? Let's prove meh mum wrong. I've got much to inform that evil lady."

Snickering Allison was about to attach the letter to his foot when Robin hooted in disdain and opened his beak. And that's where she was at loss. Although she did believe he could deliver the letter, she didn't believe he had a tough enough beak to hold onto it.

"Now now Robin. I dunno about that."

She really shouldn't have said that. Suddenly the bird was out of her hands and scurrying out the door. Yelping Allison got to ger feet and ran after him, "Hey! Yo! Roooooobin! You can't do that! Nuh-uh! No! Rooobbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbin!"

Robin was out the tower. And Allison yelling for him to stop, hurried down the stairs after him with letter in toll.