Close-up

A good reporter always has a back-up camera. Coolly and professionally, you slip your original camera into your shoulder bag, pull out the back-up, and begin focusing it on the werewolf.

"Wow, a real live werewolf," you breathe. "Hold still, please."

Behind you, the kitsune squeaks, "What are you doing?" Then you hear the sound of her padded feet scampering away over the cobblestone floor.

Through your viewfinder, you see the werewolf leering at you in disgust. Then it begins moving closer and closer, taking up more and more of your field of view. The last thing you see is the beast's massive paw wrapped over your lens. You hear the sound of glass cracking.

Slowly but irresistably, the werewolf forces your ruined camera downward, and you find yourself staring up into its angry face. Whoa, talk about bad breath!

"Like the lady said," the werewolf growls through dripping fangs. "No pictures."

Written by Funny Animal

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