Heads Keep Rolling

Boy, things are a mess in these HENRY VI plays by Mr. William Shakespeare! People's heads keep getting chopped off. And there are owls a-plenty! Like, right before they chop off Clifford's head, they call him a "fatal screech owl." Ouch! That's got to hurt! But not as much as having your head chopped off. I have to tell you, though, I don't think old Clifford... well, never mind, it's all too gruesome to talk about. Last night in bed I was telling Dr. Theresa about all the stuff they do with people's heads in these plays and she made a face indicating that it wasn't pleasant to hear. And it's not! And I'm sorry! I'm sorry to the world! Clifford is not to be confused with the big red dog. (See also, Pliny the Elder on fatal screech owls.)