Our heroes departure is interrupted suddenly by the presence of a large owl in a nearby sycamore tree.
We're off to the pumpkin farm--although I can't see why you care.
I care because I am the Great Wise Old Owl of the Forest ... not that you recognize me, of course.
You're the Wise Old Owl? I always thought that was a story somebody made up.
Well, it's not. And I'll thank you to show some respect to your elders next time they trouble themselves to give you a Dire Warning before you do Something Stupid.
You, my friends, were about to enter the most dangerous part of the woods ... and encounter its most dangerous inhabitant -- without warning!