Herbert found a house on a hill.
The sun was setting, and he was getting a bit chilly.
So he climbed up the hill (which was a very big hill for such a little owl)
and knocked on the door.
It slowly creaked open and three ghosty faces appeared.
At first Herbert was a bit frightened, as he’d never met ghosts before,
but the littlest ghost told a funny joke and then invited Herbert in for some tea.