It's Against the Law

"So, are you really a werewolf?" you ask Fred over pancakes.

"I dislike the word, but yes," he replies. "The moon is in its quarter phase, however, so it makes no sense that I should look like this tonight. So much for catching up on sleep."

About that time, a policeman approaches the table and taps Fred on the shoulder. "Are you aware that lycanthropy is illegal within the city limits?" the policeman demands. Fred shakes his head to and fro.

Incensed, you speak up on behalf of Fred. "There must be some misunderstanding," you say. "I am a ventriloquist, and Fred is my pet. I impress people by creating the impression of a talking wolf."

The policeman smiles and produces a pair of handcuffs. "Then you are under arrest on ten different counts," he grunts. Your protests have no effect. As you ride to the jailhouse, you wonder whether Fred is destined for the pound, the zoo, or somewhere else altogether.

Written by Joey Liverwurst

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