"There, I've stoned all the Hootles. There's no way you'd ever be cursed again! Now let me see if I can fix you up and blow you back to size." said Mr Pronobo to Foljia. "Those birds! Going around cursing naughty kids here and there, that's totally the wrong way to teach kids what to do! That ought to teach all those birds a lesson for being bad birds!" Grumbled Mr Pronobo.

"Let this be the last time you'd ever have to go through blowing up and down like that!"said Mr Pronobo determinedly as he went back into his lab and rummaged around his desk of experiments.

"Are you alright?" Louie took Foljia out of his wet pocket carefully and asked.Shivering, Foljia looked terrified and appeared to have cried his pocket wet.

"I swear I'd be a good girl when I get back to normal." Cried Foljia."This is really the worst day of my life. I never knew how horrifying it was to be small and helpless hiding in your pocket. It's worse than being a giant."

"It's okay, if Mr Pronobo can stone all the Hootles, I'm sure he will find a way to fix you back!" Louie tried to cheer Foljia up.

As the sun rose up to the afternoon sky, Louie looked up and wondered how all these could be happening on what he thought would be just another ordinary day.