Detective Dog/Charlie CourageousWhen tales are told of the bravest of dogs, they shall rank them in thousands, I shall be top of the logs.They shall retell the tale from this very day, of that young pootch, our dog char-lay.The gate was ajar, I set off at a run, a sausage like streak could be seen from afar.I travelled across dark trepid lands, filled with bright metal creatures, demons kicking up sand.It was not very long till I arrived at the scene, where men buy their clothes, acquired by who-knows-what means?Several hours had passed that day, I had become trapped, alas the sky had gone grey.I let out a yelp, the stuff nightmares are made of. "Who is this mad