Not long ago, in the world of Ool, there’s a dog that lives on the moor of dreams. My name is Fluffy. One night I decided to travel to the mountains of memories, which is to the west. I know it is the only safe place from the Dogs of the Forest of Secrets or Forest Dogs.
Everyone knew when the dogs came because an animal could see shadows in the East, and whispers of a nameless fear would travel from ear to ear.
I set out with a clear intention of traveling to the bog of board. There were really no boars of course. The Forest Dogs made sure of that two moons ago. Now, it was a safe haven for mice and rodents, and an ideal place for stops for travelers.
I set off at once. No one knew when or where the Dogs would come. Everyone had to be extra careful.
I traveled long and hard for a long time, encountering cats occasionally and meeting no dogs.
Finally, I reached the Bog of Boars, but what I saw made me angry. So unbelievably angry! The Forest Dogs had destroyed her haven! The Bog of Boars was…a battle ground! The rodents fought with the Forest Dogs and the rodents lost, tragically. The rat carnage was disgusting. Some rat ears over here, some hamster legs over there. Heads missing, ears strewn all over the place, tails mutilated and broken. Catastrophe. I did the only thing a brave, selfless female dog could do. I whimpered, turned tail, and ran. I ran so far and hard I couldn’t feel my legs.
Plans later, act NOW! The Forest Dogs howled. I knew there was no hope now. The Forest Dogs gained, I lagged. I felt I knew it was the end. I had no hope and even if I did have hope it was useless.
I could feel the leader’s hot breath on my heels.
I turned the corner and rand down an alley. Trapped! What now? My only chance was to climb a tree. A TREE!? I am a DOG, not a SQUIRREL! No time to think. I clambered up the tree and hid in one of the branches, peering curiously at the leader as he paced around the tree growling and barking. For hours, he paced...