Följa was silent after Mr Pronobo's stories. So it had not been her imagination with the owls all this time. She felt a little relieved.

"What do I have to do then? What can I do to make it right with the Hootles?"

Mr Pronobo was pleasantly surprised by the questions. He had not expected Följa to come around to that this quickly. "Why, one has to apologise of course!"

"But, but..you have shot all the Hootles earlier on..."

"Surely you don't think there were only those Hootles back there? Come now, follow me!" Mr Pronobo sprang to action. "Let's not waste any second longer then!"

Följa and Louie hurried after him. They went back out of the stone house and into the forest. Instead of following back the trail that Följa and Louie took to get to the house, Mr Pronobo went round the back of his house and headed down a path. Louie glanced sideways to peek at Följa. She seemed determined, and Louie felt a little braver.

The trio continued on a short ways until they reached a circular clearing.

"Here we are," Mr Pronobo announced. They stopped at the edge of the clearing. Mr Pronobo pointed up to the top of one of the trees to their right.