"We're almost there, Rinalda."

"Ha ha ha! Who knew a sincere apology could be so powerful? We could have avoided all these nonsense if we knew! But never too late! Now we know. Adding one more important finding to the mystery of the Hootles..." Pronobo dug out a tattered notebook from his coat pockets and scribbled quickly.

Tuffing and Svärta, their two first-borns were conceived with perky rabbit-like ears and whiskers.And now their newborn daughter, Foljä, was born one-eyed.

"Åke! She's... She's here! Folja's finally here..." the exhausted mother called out to her husband."She's out? My baby! Let me take a look!" The father alma rushed forward into the dark house with his gas lamp. The warm glow of the lit the dim room where Ebba held the newborn in her arms. Åke was excited to meet their new daughter, their newest pride and joy. He lifted the lamp nearer to the baby's face to get a closer look.

Folja didn't know how she became one-eyed. As long as she could remember, her parents just brushed it off whenever she asked, and she no longer bothered to find out again. She always lived alone in that 2 storeyed house hidden in the thick of the forest at the edge of Knackerville.

The device looked heavy - a tube made of glass, with an ornamental brass trigger at the bottom."Now, come along and watch this." Mr Pronobo ushered Louie (with Folja peeking out of the front pocket of the boy's overalls) back to the front of his stone house.Pronobo raised the strange device with both hands above his head and it began to glow. A bright purple light pulsed within the glass tube.

Something is not right. Folja 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?

"Excuse me. What are you doing?" "Um. Tickling you?" "No kidding. Whatever that is, you may stop now. If the sausage thing you tried earlier was a 3, this is a minus 7. I don't feel nothing."

The creature's head looked stuck, but there isn't anything in the strange room that could possibly help. Across the room, there was another open door to a corridor that could lead him upstairs.

Kik.. kik kik kikkk. Click!It worked! He had ran back a short distance back home to borrow a bobby pin from his nanny (who was still napping soundly at the kitchen). Their house wasn't far away and this was the only thing he found that could work, and he was surprised that it did.

"Knock knock."The sounds of knocking was faint at first so she tried to ignore it. Zzz..."Knock knock knock."She stirred in her cozy bed made of hay and sticks. No one has come around her neck of the woods for a long time. A reeeeally long time. She doesn't really know how long, but neither does she care... zzz...