It’s evening on 777 Catcurl Street. Everything seems peaceful and quiet. The wind rustles through the trees and the autumn leaves fall effortlessly from the branches. The street lights are on and in the distance the soothing cry of an owl can be heard. But Oaty has experienced something unpleasant today and can’t get to sleep. She gloomily hangs out of the window and is worried. Will she share her concerns with Snor?
