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 stood on Louie's palm and stepped forward bowing to apologise when suddenly, Louie interrupted. "This is not right. Actually why should Följa be the one apologising? Isn't her Dad the one who made the Hootles angry?"

When Åke was just a young teen he's just a tad more playful than the rest of the Almas. He was an athlete, he was confident and smart. He had almost everything he ever had, good grades, good looks, good genes, you name it! Well except this beautiful young Alma's heart. He tried many things to impress her, he bought her flowers, he got her her favourite black peppered shauppish sausages but it all didn't seem to touch her at all. Åke was devastated.

Ten years ago on a night where the crescent moon waned, Ebba felt a sharp pang in her tummy. Maybe it's finally time. It was a windy night, with strong gales howling 🍃.

"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.

The Hootles were a known owl tribe in Knackersville that punishes kids who don't behave. Sometimes you'd find them sneaking up from behind you when you weren't looking. But once you do see or hear them, you'd know it's not a good sign.

Mr Pronobo looked up and surveyed the tall creature quickly, "Oh hoho. I think I know just what help you need here. But before that I bet you guys must be hungry! I made some extra sausages and omelette for breakfast, let me dish them out. Let's all have breakfast in my garden!" Mr Pronobo said chirpyly.

On the floor laid the chain of sausages that bounded the giant, soft cushy and delicious looking. That could work to reach her, thought Louie as he headed down the stairs and pulling them up mid stairs to where the giant's sides were.

The boy stared at disbelief as what seemed like a long giant meat sausage chain circling round a giant's knees. Who would have thought meat sausages could chain up a giant like this! The irony of the scene was that these sausages smelled delicious.

"Stop knocking will you. I'm not deaf! What is it that you want?"Bang Boom Bish Boo. A series of sounds came from through the keyhole. It sounded like something crashed.. uncomfortably. What followed after was just silence. The voice beyond the keyhole stopped speaking.