This story begins almost 200 years ago today and on this day, there were a lot of people that shrouded themselves from tales and songs, but none like you will hear about in this story, for which they had no intention of being seen by humans.
Now our story begins in the early hours upon this day 200 years ago were a dog wondered the streets looking for scraps of food and warmth, as this dog had been kicked out of its warm “loving” family (called the Dankworth family) into the cold, dark, dismal and wet outside, because it had simply slept in the child’s bed and scared the life out of the child and parents so the dog was hit and kicked out the wooden door of the house. The dog had a bloodied nose from the beat down it had received by its owner. As it whimpered and cowered near a tree on the edge of the forest. Suddenly all that was left of the poor dog was a whimper and it had disappeared into the forest.
The next day the sun shone so brightly and the rooster sang so loudly COCK-A-DOODLE-DO! This would have woken any person up.