Make furry friends

The salesperson looks at you with a scared look. You realize that she is tasty. You nip her wrist. She yells, "OWWW!" Then she begins to transform. Soon, she is a werecoyote, just like you. You then realize that a little boy is staring at you. You also bite him. His mother stares at you. You bite her, too. Then you grab your groceries and leave. You feel happy that you were able to spread the joy of fur. Well, where do you go now?

Written by Mitchell Lord (edited by wanderer)

You go to seek political asylum.

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