But wait! What was that?
Her big eyes spotted a gtow on the horizon, Could it be the famous Northern Lights? No, they were in the sky – this golden glow was coming from somewhere on the ground!
Flying over a hill, she spied a big brick building standing on a vast snowy plain. Windmills spun on its roof, and light spilled out of its tall windows.
Oona was a particularly curious owl. “What could that be?” she wondered.
She swooped down and Landed on a windowsill. When she peered inside, her eyes widened in surprise.
The building was full of activity! Everywhere she looked, she saw busy figures hurrying this way and
