One morning , moth woke up , but Sniffles wasn't curled up, warming his toes as usual. Oh well, maybe he's just hunting us food for breakfast, Moth thought . He thought this in his natural German toungue, but it has been translated for the sake of you understanding.

Moth got dressed , adressed all of his genereal morning chores , which took some time, and in that time Sniffles was still not back.The crisp , lightly warm May air greeted him. He was also greeted by a ''BLEEHHH'' from Lucky.

Despite her rather misleading name, Lucky was the unluckiest goat known to dwarf kind. She had gotten into many situations , including one of her favourites-today's choice-getting her head stuck in the fence.

Seeing his moment of morning mindfullness was over, Moth, grumbling, went to yank Lucky , by the horns, out of the fence. Lucky nibbled Moth's sleeve.The Moss squelched beneath their feet.

For the rest of the day, Moth did his usual- milking Lucky then letting her out to the pasture, chopping firewood...

But Sniffles was not back by noon. By this time , Moth was starting to get worried, so he went for a short walk in an attempt to find his beloved dog. He went North , because because south was closer to nearest human town. Also south, much closer than the town , was a human shack. However , as afr as he knew, it was uninhabited. Maybe except some small furry creatures. Anyway, sniffles was no where to be seen.

Moth completed his walk, and headed back to find Lucky on top of the roof. ''I might re-name you Loki'' He said.