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Of course it is, although you are unlikely to die in a vintage Saturday-morning cartoon. Once the coast is clear, you raise the window and hop outside. Nothing seems more likely to improve your lot than going public with your lycanthropy.
Three doors down, you encounter a little boy wearing overalls. "Wow, you must be a werewolf!" he observes, and you nod with enthusiasm. "Then may I please ask you a question?" wonders the little boy, and you nod again. "What are you doing all furry at three o'clock in the afternoon?"
You look up at the round yellow sun, and before you even can confess your ignorance, you feel your body reverting to human form. You take relief in the fact that animation has taken ten years off your age, or else, you probably would be in trouble for trespassing on private property while wearing only ragged summer clothes. Even so, you feel ill at ease and wonder how best to lie low until moonrise.
Written by Joey Liverwurst