There was, once upon a time, a little hungry dog. He had no home, no name, and very often no food.
He would hunt around dustbins, and eat the most surprising things-like plum stones and paper bags, but he never had a pain . . . for really he was a very special dog.
When people were having meals, he walked around the houses with a hungry look, and the kind people nearly always gave him something to eat.
Sometimes the little dog felt very excited, and for no reason at all he would rush over the fences and knock over everything that came in his way.
People thought the dog was mad, but he was not mad, he was just a very special sort of dog.
One day a gentleman watched these strange goings on with surprise. Then he, too, jumped in the air and danced for joy-for he had an idea.
"This dog would be just right for the films," he said. "He is JUST what I have been looking for."