Something is not right. Följa is finally shrinking back to her regular size, that part is true. But yet she is still feeling queasy ever since she bit into that sausage Pronobo gave her.

Who is this Pronobo anyway? And what did he gave me? What in the rookedyblooks is a Sheep's Sorrel?

This day is strange enough. Firstly she found herself blown up to giant size in her own house (this has happened before but as she far as she recalled, tickling her sides helped the last time. Why did it not work this time?) Then her house is ruined and now she has no place to stay.

She only agreed to follow this small human boy, Louie-Ten-Years-Old, to this strange town to meet this strange old human man, Pronobo, who gave her these strange sausages. She ate it anyway. It tasted alright. Nothing can beat her own homemade recipe but Folja is not one who turns down free food. Especially sausages.

That's why she had stocked up for the winter, but that stocking up is no use if she has nowhere safe to go now. What's she going to do to hide from the Hootles, now that their hunting season is starting.

"Följa... Följa! What's happening to her?" The boy exclaimed with concern in his voice.

Dizzily, Följa looked up and realised she is now seated under the stone table. Both humans looked like giants to her now.

Just then, the skies darkened and dark clouds bellowed. A flock of birds circled the skies. They looked like owls.

"The Hootles. No, they can't see me! Not now. Not like this. Get me out of here!"

Mr Pronobo stood up and said, "Follow me!"