The sound of litte girls rabbit crying awoke old oscar owl rather sudenly from his usual daytime nap. Old oscar was at his regular perch high in the biggest oak tree in happy forest, when he awoke. He could tell it was pinkie rabbit from high perch, but he didn't know why she was crying. Old oscar was one owl who really wanted to know everything, so that he could live up to his reputation as a wise old owl. With this thought in mind (and also because he did want to help), old oscarfluttered down to the base of the big oak tree. "hellooo, pinkie. Why all the tears? They won't help your troubles any. 'but all they're good for is to help water my oak tree, and even then they don't help much " declarated old oscar