A friend of mine was discussing how much she loved fluffy one shots with me, and that's kinda what inspired me to do these. Just a bunch of one-shots about the less focused on owls of the Ga'Hoole world.

First up: Madam Plonk and Doc Finebeak. This is probably gonna be rather bittersweet. Takes place during book 14, Exile.

Also, don't be surprised if things start taking even longer than they already do; I'm working on a clay project that just went horribly wrong for me T_T So that's kinda taking up a lot of my time.

Tears escaped her lovely golden eyes once more. And she let them fall. Madam Plonk had plenty of reason to cry: today was the anniversary of the day her sister, Thora, died. On top of that, her new mate, Doc Finebeak, had disappeared.

'Oh, I just keep losing every one of them!' She thought.

The lovely singer of the tree then burst with sobs; she could hold them no longer. The weight of her family, and all else she had ever lost, crashed into her like a hurricane.

"Why?" she whispered, " Why has life stolen everything I love from me?"

Feeling a sudden pang in her gizzard, the distressed snowy hoped up to the porthole in her apartment, and took off. 'I'll head for the very top of the tree' she thought, 'a fitting place for something like this.'

Moments later, she arrived at the top of the great tree. Alighting on the highest branch, she looked about the skies.

Thinking she remembered an old gadfeather tune, the one that she planned to sing now. It seemed the perfect song for how she felt.

Just when I thought I'd found love,

They whirled away like a dove.

It seemed we were destined to be together,

With one another forever,

But looks can be deceiving,

And see now, I'm grieving.

We gadfeathers, loners we are,

Flying alone, flying far.

And forever this must be,

For the home is not for we,

As is not family.

When she completed the final verse, the great snowy bowed her head in sorrow. The song seemed to reflect her life.

"I've lost them all, first Mum, then Da, then Thora, and now him. I guess the love life truly isn't for me." With that, the snowy began to slowly thread through the branches towards the great harp; it was almost day, and she must go sing the tree to sleep.

Several days later, after the battle.

Madam Plonk was overjoyed. Her Beaky had come back! And he'd helped rescue the great tree!

"Oh dearest to my gizzard! I thought you'd left Me." she had cried upon seeing him again.

And he had replied, "Never Plonkie, Never."

The two had done a great lot of preening after that, and Madam Plonk had wept once more; the only difference, was that these were tears of joy.

It had roused her enough to make the great snowy break out in another musical number, which was actually only a part of the whole song:

Fly with me till dawn,

Hollows we shall leave behind.

Fly with me till dawn, to places they'll never find.

By the pale moonlight,

Fly with me till dawn

Fly away with me,

My love, don't hesitate.

Fly away with me, for I can hardly wait.

Our hearts shall take flight,

Fly away with me.

These were, in her opinion, some of the more cheerful lyrics of the song.

"You know, that gives me an idea." Finebeak began," Why don't we go for a little evening fly?"

"I'd like that." Madam Plonk replied, "I'd like that very much."

I made up the first song, since I couldn't find any fitting songs in the book. It occurred to me that Madam Plonk might me more than a little distressed when her new mate just disappeared without a word one day. Like I said, kinda bittersweet.