As he slowly wandered along he was captivated by the smell of the flowers and the butterflies flitting around. He could hear frogs croaking and the sighing of the wind through the trees. He was so busy picking flowers that he did not see a dark shadow approaching him.

“Hello there,” said a little girls voice, “what are you doing out here?” A rather demure looking girl stood there. She was dressed totally in black except for her red cape and hood and suddenly no longer looked demure. She stood there staring at Harold demanding an answer with her piercing look.

Harold was rather intimidated by her appearance and started to stutter. “I’m going to Granny’s Cottage for a rest.” There was a lot more stuttering and even to his own ears he sounded ridiculous. As he was trying to back away she kept getting closer and closer until she was almost nose to nose with him.

“What’s in the basket?” she asked and not even waiting for an answer she started to reach for it. This was it for poor Harold and with a loud scream he took off into the Dark Woods. In his terror Harold ran off the path and into the woods. By the time he slowed down he was totally lost.

Not only was he lost but in his panic he had dropped the basket and gone were his few meagre belongings, but not only that, his lunch was also gone. Now poor Harold was a Vegan and he was really looking forward to having his cucumber and radish sandwiches. But alas, it was not to be.

Harold kept wandering along in an aimless fashion totally lost and his poor tummy rumbling so loud it startled him more than once. What was he to do, alone, hungry and completely lost. He had wandered for so long that he suddenly noticed that it was getting rather dark.

He was so miserable that tears rolled down his face and matted his fur. He was almost at the point that he was going to howl his misery for the Dark Woods to hear. It was then that he broke through a thicket and came into a clearing. And there in front of him stood a quaint little Cottage.

As he limped up to it he saw a sign on a post near the front door. Granny’s Cottage, Rest all who are weary. He had purely by chance found the cottage. He thanked all the gods who looked after lost wolves for guiding him here after all.

He timidly knocked on the door and waited. No response. He knocked again and as he did the door opened. “Welcome to Granny’s Cottage,” said a beautiful woman in her fifties. She was rather short but well proportioned and had long flowing blond hair. “Come in, don’t just stand there. Let’s make you comfortable.”

Harold felt instantly at peace and slowly stepped inside. He had the feeling that he could trust this woman. It was not just because she was gorgeous but because she gave off an aura of peace and tranquillity.