We had been playing dominos (…) and it was almost midnight. We had to walk through Le Vieux-Marché to go Roz-an-C’hlan and to the Guernaham watermill, where we used to live. (…) We heard the noise of very heavy footsteps on the road: poof! Poof! (…) This was neither the sound of a man’s footsteps, nor those of a horse. (…) It was a huge dog with a long tail which was so, so long!… “ Where does it come from?