Once there lived a great old beast in a great old wood.
The great old beast would attack the town and carry young children away. It screamed and it howled from inside the woods each night and every day.
So one night the townsfolk hatched a plan to slay the beast, once and for all. They snuck up close while it slept under a tree, and then they made it fall.
It growled and hissed, not moving an inch since the fallen tree held it down. The warriors fought and stabbed the old beast to finally save the town.
But the stories go that if you visit the woods, that under a great fallen oak. The great old beast isn’t dead at all, he just still hasn’t woke.