[there would be dialogue in this story:] (When I moved to this new town, I was kind of surprised I was in one of the largest houses here - a 2-story building. However, I was surprised that everyone kept looking at my wife - Emily, who is part owl. She had arm-wings with pitch-black hands, black eyes with yellow sclera, brown hair, tail feathers, and her feet had razor-sharp talons - despite being part owl, however, she lacked a beak or the classic "hoot hoot" of a real owl. She's sleepy in the morning, but active during the night...a bit *too* active, at that. One day, Emily and I were at Christmas Island for our honeymoon, and we met up with this one lady called Lisa - she had DNA of the local red crabs, meaning she was part red crab, and a VERY talented dancer. More importantly, tonight would be the last quarter of the moon - which is when we would get to meet her 100,000 unborn babies; which, at the time, were being safely kept in her abdominal brood pouch. And gosh, did she release her babies in style - Emily and I watched as she danced underwater while birthing her babies.)