There once was a white owl who decided that he was going to fly to Europe. He wanted to be able to redeem himself from the horrific ways of the people of Costa Rica. The white owl, white as snow, had heard about the people in Europe, friendly and generous. He travled in the rain,in the sun and lets now forget storm to get rid of the horrific way. To many decisions to make. To many ways to go. The little owl so hopeless.