Trying to help an owl

The owl came by, asked how I was doing. I said good and asked how the owl was doing. The owl said it had an itch on its back it couldn’t reach with its beak.

I scratched the owl’s back, said, “Here?” The owl said, “No, lower and to the right.” I did and said, “Yes?” The owl said, “No, higher and to the left a little.” I did and asked if I got it. The owl sighed and said, “No.”

I apologized. The owl said, “Don’t worry about it. The itch just went away on its own.”