Följa screamed "Mama! Papa!" standing in Louie's pocket. As Ebba heard the faint cries and looked around for that familiar voice, she finally spotted little Följa sticking out from the young boy's pocket. She got such a shock she dropped her basket of sausages.

"Följa, oh my poor girl." Ebba reached forward and Följa jumped onto Ebba's palms.

"We need your help. Följa has a little situation here." Mr Pronobo interrupted their reunion and explained what happened earlier in the day.

"I have one important question, Åke, have you ever apologised to the Hootles? All these years, I've researched all the possible ways to break the Hootle's curse, from magic potions, to charms, stoning them and we're down to this last idea I have. Who knows it might work?"

Åke stared at Mr Pronobo trying to recall if he ever said sorry for breaking the poor Hootle's baby eggs, he had always felt guilty for what he did. Then it finally dawned upon him that he never went forward to apologise even though he felt deeply sorry for what he did.

He ran into the forest and looked for the Hootle's nest that started it all. He remembered it all very clearly where it was and what it looked like. Then there it was though empty, there sat a Hootle looking back at him.

"I am so sorry for breaking your eggs that day. I sincerely apologise from the bottom of my heart. I never meant to hurt anyone. I was just angry that day. I'm really sorry." The Hootle stared back with warmer eyes this time and then something changed.

SWISSHH SHOMM BANG SWOOSH.

Följa grew and jumped out of Ebba's hand standing on the ground like a normal Alma would. The spell had broken and Följa was back in her normal size!