Once upon a time I Bob was falling asleep at 12 o’clock at night. His sleep had stopped by a crow banging into his window. He had saw blood on the window he quickly ran downstairs to help the crow but it was lying on a cut tree log. His tears had wiped away as soon as he saw a man in a black tunic just a few feet away he had waved his hands and Bob had felt drowsy. Bob had woken up just to see him on the log lying down but he was much smaller. He felt sick as he saw breadcrumbs.