This is something that happened a long time ago before history began, before people knew what was real and what wasn,t- although they thought they knew the difference it was a time when bears and wolves roamed the countryside, when there were trolls and goblins,dwarves and unicorns, dragons and witches and wicked stepmothers and proud queens who were not as beautiful as Snow white, and so on... get the picture
Luke was a young man of eighteen He was good -looking, but very poor. His father had died when a goat fell on him That was the sort of accidental death people had in those days. Luke,s grandmother had been mown down by a flock of runaway chickens .
Luke was only six when this father died and after that he was brought up by this mother old crone, and his pet dog, shaggy.
There was little work to be found in the ramshackle villge where luke lived and because there was little work there was no money to be made luke made do as best he could.
He was happy to turn his hand to anything, so he did a bit of wood chopping here and a bit of shepherding there and so on. In this way he just a bout managed to keep himself fed, although his clothes would certainly not have won any fashion prizes they were torn and tattered and dirty.
Luke did however, have on big advantage despite his humble environment. He had a brain, and luke,s brain was a good brain and he used it for doing what brains do best of all-thinking. He used to listen to what all the wise old villagers used to chat about during the long dark evenings. He would lap up every word He would listen to their old tales , enthralled
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