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Owl Moon月下去看猫头鹰 　　It was late one winter night， long past my bedtime， when Pa and I went owling. There was no wind. The trees stood still as giant statues. And the moon was so bright that the sky seemed to shine. Somewhere behind us a train whistle blew， long and low， like a sad， sad song. I could hear it through the woolen cap Pa had pulled down over my ears. A farm dog answered the train， and then a second dog joined in. They sang out， trains and dogs， for a real long time. And when their voices faded away it was as quiet as a dream. 　　We walked on toward the woods， Pa and I. Our feet crunched1） over the crisp snow and little gray footprints followed us. Pa made a long shadow， but mine was short and round. I had to run after him every now and then to keep up， and my short， round shadow bumped after me. But I never called out. If you go owling you have to be quiet， thats what Pa always says. I have been waiting to go owling with Pa for a long， long time. 　　We reached the line of pine trees， black and pointy2） against the sky， and Pa held up his hand. I stopped where I was and waited. He looked up， as if searching the stars， as if reading a map up there. The moon made his face into a silver mask. Then he called： Whoo-whoo-who-who-who-whooooooo， the sound of a Great Horned Owl. Whoo-whoo-who-who-who-whooooooo. Again he called out. And then again. After each call he was silent and for a moment we both listened. But there was no answer. 　　Pa shrugged and I shrugged. I was not disappointed. My brothers all said sometimes theres an owl and sometimes there isnt. 　　We walked on. I could feel the cold， as if someones icy hand was palm-down on my back. And my nose and the tops of my cheeks felt cold and hot at the same time. But I never said a word. If you go owling you have to be quiet and make your own heat. 　　We went into the woods. The shadows were the blackest things I had ever seen. They stained3） the white snow. My mouth felt furry4）， for the scarf over it was w