In 1804 in the Streets of England a Young musician died. No one how this came to be. One cold, grim day a little girl Scarlet perched herself down by the Merri dale creek where she sang songs. But that day an old violin case flowed down the stream. She grabbed it and pulled it open. She saw what was inside on a soft, patterned cushion. Was a small little puppy called Daisy, she wasn’t annoying but cute and calm. Scarlet eyes watered in happiness after her family died, she didn’t have anyone, so this was a chance.