Följa tingled. A bubbly sensation grew from within her, first gently, then stronger with each passing second. She looked wildly at Mr Pronobo and Louie, the former a look of bemusement, the latter one of bewilderment. She looked down at herself.

The ground was approaching Följa. So she was shrinking! She do not remember this sensation in all of her previous shrinks. This is new to her. Down she goes..

"There we are!" Declared Mr Pronobo triumphantly.

Relieved, Följa slumped into the nearest garden chair. Mr Pronobo had already went back to his food. Louie was still trying to process what he just saw. "How did you do that, Mr Pronobo?"

"Sheep's Sorrel." Mr Pronobo replied a matter of factly. He took another bite of his food. "Foot summat fhat in er saufages."

Louie had no idea what a sheep's something that was, but he was glad it had turned Följa back to her regular size. Her regular size...

Even seated, Följa looked to be taller than both Mr Pronobo and Louie himself. Louie decided that she was now almost, 100% percent, maybe, not human (as if the facts that being able to balloon up and shrink is not enough to ascertain that).

"How are you feeling, Följa?" Louie checked in. Följa gave a nod. Now, Louie can finally have his sausages. It tasted wonderful, and brought back many childhood memories.