Owl Pichino, An Origin Story

The night was young, and so was I.  I was just a wee owl when they came.  Everyone knows Giraffes and Owls are sworn enemies, and that night they came for me.  My name is Owl Pichino, and this is my story.

"The Long Necks" were a gang of punk giraffes living in suburban Chicago, when they came for my family.  The reason they came for us was that the Pichino family was, in those days, a crime lord of the Windy City.  They killed everyone in my family and I was left alone, and only my aunt was there to take care of me.  I took the crime throne after, because I was the only suitable heir.  In those days it wasn't called Chi-Town it was called my town.  Things where great, I was making bank, and making the big time the only way I knew how, 100% 24/7.  I even met Jay Gatsby, and we where pretty good pals for a while.  Life was good until December 7th, 1941.  I was called to serve the United Stated Army, and everything changed.

I was in enemy territory from D- Day to VE-Day, and being at war for that long changes an owl, makes you realize whats really important ya know?  The men on my platoon where a few cool guys, real tough guys, they met it hard for an owl to fit in.  Eventually I won the respect of my platoon when I beat them all in a dance off.  They never questioned me, or my dance moves ever again.  

After the war I came back home and destroyed everything my family had worked to achieve.  I also heard my boy Jay Gatsby died.  That was a rough time.  Jay was my boy.  We would go yachting, and sometimes we would prank neighboring houses together.  Occasionally he would get deep and tell my about his lost bae, he was a very emotional guy.  Ever the dreamer, Jay Gatsby was one of the greatest men I ever knew.  Now back to the story.

After I put away my life of crime, I joined the force.  I'm not talking Star Wars, although I was a Sith Lord for a little later on down this rocky road we call life, I'm talking police force.  I also met a girl.  A real fox. Her name was Foxy, and she was literally a  fox.  Things where going well, until I was assigned my partner. Rico. Flippin. Sanchez.  He was a great partner don't get me wrong.  He was more than a friend to me he was a brother.  I told him my whole life story, and he betrayed me.  Ever since he and Foxy met I knew they where having an affair, the worst was that he never told me.  I might have forgiven him.

One night while I was sleeping I got a text.  I looked at my phone and the text was just a picture of me sleeping.  This scared me a little bit, and I screamed ," Whooooose there.  Whoooooo".  I kept screaming who for a little bit, because my owl instincts came over me but then I heard something.  A rustling in the bushes outside, and then silence again.  The silence was unbearable, and I started to panic and I ran for my gun, but before I could get to it Rico came in the door, with a gun to my beak, and three other giraffe thugs behind him.  It turns out he had been a part of the Long Neck Gang all along, and was there inside man on the police force, and he was there to finish the job.  He shot my square in the face and left.  Our bond meant nothing to him.  Rico Sanchez is a sociopath who cares for nothing except Jason Seagull, and occasionally a spoon.  They assumed me dead and left. I was dead for a little while, but luckily I had a plan for revenge.