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Cursed? Someone SWORE at him? So? No need to go on a binging spree. You say as much, and Fred growls, exasperated. "Cursed, with a capital 'C'." His meaning finally sinks in. "Oh!" you exclaim, "Ah!" Then, "Why?"
"How was I to know she was some kind of voodoo priestess?" Fred demands hotly of you.
"She? Voodoo?" Your mental gears clash again. "Fred, just tell me what happened!"
He rolls his eyes. "It was a month and a bit ago. I was in a back alley; I hadn't eaten for a while and was pretty hungry. I smelled takaway, and followed it to some woman in bright clothes and lots of jewellery. I know," He says hastily, seeing your expression, "it was wrong, but I was cold, wet and tired.
"'Look,' I said, 'I'm not normally a big, bad wolf but I'm wet and irritable and I wan't your meal.' She just laughed!" He blushes. "Then I... I kind of, leapt at her, just to scare her. A little. Next thing I know, I'm on my back and she's got her hands on my sides. She said, 'Well, Fred, you can be having my meal, for a price. You may no be bad, but you sure gonna be big!' She mumbled some rhyme and left. Then the hunger started."
"Hunger?" you prompt. He nod, paws over his muzzle. "Yeah. No matter how much I eat, I'm always hungry. And I have cravings for stuff."
"What stuff?" you demand, dreading the answer. "Fast food." he whimpers, "Rich, fatty meals. And cream. Oh, God, cream!" He looks up, suddenly hopeful. "You don't have any do you?" He regains control, but his voice is hoarse. "Help me. Please. I'm scared!"
Can he be telling the truth?
Written by Lupine