Another of many my unfinished stories begins with a group of Viking wolves raiding a Scottish village and capturing a young Collie shepherdess.
 
The scene illustrated above depicts the morning after the raid, when the Vikings are loading up their booty to return home. Despite this commotion the Collie lass was sound asleep wrapped up in a blanket near the ashes of the campfire, exhausted after her evening’s exertions (a strip-tease dance followed by…, well, you can guess). A Viking warrior, after pulling the blanket off and tumbling her over the sand, is about to dump her into the sea for the coldest bath she’s ever had before delivering her to his long-ship.
 
I named these two and some other characters, but I’ve since forgotten the names.