Cuento en inglés: The sleepy

lamppost
All of the lampposts spent many days gossiping about the beauty and
uniqueness of the owl’s hoot, so different from what they had ever
heard before. All of them, except for the sleepy lamppost…

“Is it true that his hoot is so strange?” she asked.

“It’s incredible; I am hoping the night will arrive soon just to hear it,”
one replied.
“But can’t the owl hoot during the mornings?”
“No, if you want to hear him, you’ll have to stay awake at night, like all
of the rest of us,” they told her.

Her curiosity got the best of the sleepy lamppost, and the following
night, breaking her routine, she kept her two bright eyes open. It was
the first time that she stayed awake, and she was surprised by the
beauty of the moon, the sound of the crickets in the bushes, and
above all, that profound hoot of the wise owl.

The next morning she was so exhausted after staying awake for so
many hours, that she didn’t have any choice other than to sleep and
sleep throughout the day until darkness came and her eyes once
again opened to illuminate the night.

And that is how it was, day after day, night after night.
No one ever called her the sleepy lamppost again.