“Why do you always call me young leader, Grandpops?” ask the
Pantomath Owlet.
He loved the fact that all his cousin owlets had gone out to
an owl party in the Owlstate. Despite
the opportunity to see Hermosa, he turned down the invitation. He wanted to spend time with his Grandpops without his nosey cousin Owlets.
“Well, Pantomath you are
young but I see leadership potential in you.” Grandpops laughed softly.
Pantomath turned his beck nearly all the way round to get a
better view of Grandpops.
“But, I’m the youngest of
all the Owlets. How can I be a leader?” He lifted one wing in an owl
shrug. Grandpops say so many wise
sounding things but he did not understand this one at all. “No-one listens to
me. They make me do things. They all take their food before I do. In fact
they always leave a tiny portion for me!”
Grandpops chuckled. He
slowed his pace as they approached the log of dried wood. He lifted his wings
and sat down. Time for another life lesson it seemed.
“You see, my dear
Pantomath, a leader is not necessarily someone older than you,” his eyes
twinkled. “A leader is anyone who can influence someone else.”
Influence someone else. Is
that it? “How, Grandpops?”
“Very good question,
munchkins. When people do what you want them to do; say what you want them
to say or even think how you want them to think.”
“You mean if I
get someone to do what I do, say what I say or think how I want, then I become
his leader?” Pantomath
twisted his head right and left. “But I’m just a little owlet. How can people
do what I do, say what I say or think how I want?” Pantomath bobbed his head in
bafflement.
“I will teach you how,”
said Grandpops with a wink.
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