Ulluram fluttered from his perch, eager to explore the vibrant world that unfolded during the day. Unlike other owls, he found the colors and sounds of daylight enchanting. As he soared through the trees, he noticed Squirrel perched on a branch, nibbling on an acorn. "Sister Squirrel, what are you eating?" Ulluram inquired, curiosity lighting up his eyes. Squirrel paused and looked at him with a chuckle. "This is an acorn, Ulluram brother. It's not for you, though."

Ulluram felt a surge of determination. "If Squirrel can enjoy acorns, surely I can try plowing," he thought. Spotting Kisan toiling in the field, he swooped down. "Farmer brother, may I try using the plow?" Ulluram asked, eagerness evident in his voice. Kisan laughed heartily. "Ulluram brother, you want to plow? Your wings might get tangled!" Ulluram insisted, "No, no, I am quite clever!" But as soon as he tried, he stumbled, the plow slipping from his grasp and landing awkwardly.

Ulluram perched on a branch, feeling disheartened. "I am good for nothing," he sighed to himself. Just then, Crow, an old and wise bird, glided down beside him. "What troubles you, Ulluram?" he inquired, his voice gentle.

Ulluram shared his tale of the day. Crow chuckled softly. "Ulluram brother, every creature has its own strengths. You can fly at night, which is your unique gift. Open your eyes during the day to learn, but be ready to hunt at night. Acorns are for Squirrel, plowing is Kisan's duty. Embrace your role as an owl."

Ulluram nodded, understanding dawning on him. "Thank you, Crow. I will honor my strengths," he said with gratitude. As night settled, Ulluram took to the skies with renewed confidence. He hunted with precision, savoring the freedom and joy that came from knowing and embracing who he truly was.