Tell the Truth

You laugh nervously. "Well, Simon, the fact of the matter is that . . . um, this is basically . . . more or less . . . indeed my, ahem . . . real head."

Simon gives you a dirty look. "You're bluffing," he says (only he uses a much less polite expression). He then gives your ears an especially sharp tug, and you swear that they lengthen by at least one more inch.

"Criminy!" he shrieks, running inside for safety.

Without any disrespect to Simon, you decide that being a werecoyote might not be so bad, after all. Your thoughts are becoming less human already, and you feel hungrier than you have in a very long time. Some small woodland creatures would really hit the spot, but a bowl of kibble would also do quite nicely. Now, where did you last see the can opener?

Written by Joey Liverwurst

Coyote man, lives where he can
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