The Tale About The Tale That’s About The Tale About A Tale It all started on a night, the sky is black, everyone is… still awake? Even though it’s midnight, everyone is telling stories about their past. Although everyone was too tired to understand the story they just told, they did it anyway. But, that’s not the point. The point is going to be on this man named Andrew, who lives on 292 Birch Hill Ave. He told the story of a story...about a story. Well, first off, Andrew gathered his family. He started off by saying “It was a cloudy, moody morning. The sun wasn't shining, the birds were half dead, and the dog was barking at the top of its lungs.” He repositioned himself so he could hear the wolves outside howl “...Try to ignore that, listen to me. There were these two guys, trying to make the dog stop barking. Their names were Guy Peterson,