"I just want to sleep.." Åke mumbled to Ebba. He had worked a long night shift. Ebba was telling him something, but it did not really register. Today, Åke and Ebba have been scheduled to drop off some food and necessities for Tuffing and Svärta.

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

"You..you knew my parents?" Följa asked, her voice trembled."Why, yes. It was a stroke of luck, really. That night, I was typhoon-hunting when your father found me. That would have otherwise not been the neck of the woods that I frequent.."

...homeless. Följa shuddered at that thought. For now though, she had a more pressing matter. She grabbed the side of Louie's overall and navigated her way up to his shoulder. She was surprised at how agile her own movements were at this size.

The trio hastily got up from their food and headed into the stone house. Louie paused, turned around and picked Följa up onto his palm. "You'll move quicker here!" Louie explained.

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.

When Louie set out for his walk this morning (as he would like any other), he did not know that it would turn out to be an extraordinary walk, in which various extraordinary things happened. So far, he had...

"Louie? Louie who?" "I'm Louie..Louie of Nackersville. I am 10 years old." "Well Louie of Nackersville, 10 years old, get me out of this then."

She looked at the mess that was a plate of meaty sausages now on the ground, spilled."Fiddledrumpleskins.." She cursed under her breath. In between the sharp pain on the top of her head and the spilt meat, she was not sure which one of these situations is currently causing her more grief.

The grass was damp from the morning dew, softening his steps so that they made no sound under his feet. He paused in a small clearing, turned his face up with his eyes closed and listened. The birdsong, a melodic sound high up above him.