There was once a beagle who was wandering in the forest and got lost. That beagle was me.
I was surprised to find a house somewhere in the forest and hoped that it must belong to a wizard who didn't want to deal with muggles.
When I got up to the door, I saw that it was open and padded in softly on four paws. The house seemed deserted but I didn't dare to turn into a human until I knew for sure.
My stomach growled and I wandered into the kitchen. There at the table was three bowls of soup.
I slurped at the first one and my tongue popped out as the soup burnt it. I didn't care and slurped it down anyway. Being a beagle I was still hungry and went for the second bowl. This one was cold but beggars can't be choosers. I was still hungry after finishing that one so I ate the third which was perfect.
I belched and decided it was time to take a long winters nap. My first spot was heading into the sitting room where there were three chairs. The first was rocking too much. The second was too wooden. The third seemed OK until it broke under my weight. Oops.
I finally worked my way to the bedrooms. I did the thing that beagles do when finding a good spot to sleep, spinning in a circle to test the spot. I wasn't satisfied with either of first two beds but the third was nice.
I flopped down and rolled onto my back for a long winters nap.
Or at least I thought it would be a long winters nap, but I was rudely awoken by someone poking me.
I rolled over and came face to face with three bears.
I may or may not have wet the bed, but I ran as fast as this fat and short body would let me.
I didn't stop until I was well away from the house to wonder how or why a group of bears was domesticated in a house in the forest. I decided I probably didn't want to know.