A large squall came from the long grass just outside the strange building, pieces of grass and feathers flew up as the thing hastily rushed towards the entrance. Bursting through into the clearing, thisistheclincher squawked in panic, flapping hard trying to fly and flee. A wolverine chasing close behind, its teeth baring some of the birdâ€™s plumage.<br/><br/>Bouncing up the steps and into the room, the owl grabbed the door with both wings and swung it with all his might, just in time to smack the wolverine in the snout mid-lunge, causing it to yelp in pain. Back pressed against the door, clincherâ€™s eyeless sockets widened more than usual with exhaustion and surprise at the creatures in the room. Panting heavily, the owl immediately recognised several of the current inhabitants. What was even more disturbing, was they seemed happy to be here. Clincher then noticed the banner tied to the ceiling with â€˜Welcome to Creative Freedomâ€™. His beak dropped.<br/><br/>â€˜You have got to be kidding?!â€™, the owl tensing again, as the sound of claws scratched the other side of the door. â€˜What the hell is going on?â€™ Rubbing his raw backside, where heâ€™d been plucked.