Werewolf Of Wear Mink Is A decision

Werewolf Or Wear Clothes Is A Decision

Once upon a time in a huge metropolis called Danville, Va. there lived a young man named Laurence who had a crush on a cute girl named Belle. Actually, the first time that happened was in the Walmart parking lot. He accidentally, "crushed" her with his shopping cart against the canned vegetables causing the whole shelf to come crashing down on her, breaking her right k and right medditarcel.

Since that relationship didn't start off on the right, "foot," literally, Laurence wanted to start off on his left foot. As he walked over to Belle's house, since she was a new neighbor in the hood, and tried to appollogise for the mishap which was already a total disaster, he was walking by the woods when a wolf suddenly came out from behind a tree and chased him. He ran towards a fence and tried to climb over it, but the wolf bit him on the leg. When he looked back, he saw it was no ordinary wolf. After that it snarled and ran off into the woods, leaving Laurence alone and bleeding from the bite marks on his leg. Yet there was something really unique about that wolf's behavior. That was namely because it ran upright the way a human does.

When he got home he didn't think any more of it. He just bandaged his bleeding bite-mark and called it healed. Little did he know, that wasn't a wolf which bit him, but it was a werewolf. Then a few days later the moon was full. Since Laurence was tired from his job as a construction worker, he went to bed about 8:45, but when he woke up, he was outside in the woods, with blood all over his mouth and his hands, and naked as the day he was born. We're talking as a jaybird, nude. Since he was in the big city of Danville, there were people and traffic all around him, but he sprinted through the city, looking for his house. Some people were yelling, "Hay! Put some clothes on, man!" where as others yelled, "Yo! It's great to see you're bringing back streaking! I love it!" As he ran through the city, "in the raw," he came to a small clothing store, but he had no wallet since it was in his pants pocket. That's when his frustration level burst and he began to cry out of frustration. Luckily, a wealthy woman saw him and bought him some nice clothes. She gave them to him and he stopped his crying. He wanted to get her name and address to send her some money for the clothes, but she told him she was a Christian and it would take away from her blessing if she accepted anything from him. Then Lady Luck was shining on him for the first time in a while.

That afternoon he saw his doctor and told him the story about what had happened to him, bu of course, all he said was, "I'm afraid I can't help you, Laurence, but I know a good psychiatrist who can. Here's his number. Call him."

The next night the moon was full again. That time poor Laurence woke up in a different field again, with blood and body parts around him and naturally, in the, "raw." Those bloody clothes were so shredded there was no way to tell if they belonged to a man or woman. The police were totally baffled about what kind of wild animal could do that to a person. Belle called him 4 days later to ask why she hadn't heard from him. He told her it would be a good thing if they didn't see each other any more. She cried, but there was nothing Laurence could do to change it.

Several days later Belle got suspicious about Laurence's odd behavior so she went to his house on a day when he told her he was busy. Then she spied through the window at him and saw him go through his strange metamorphosis right in front of her eyes. She knew there was no cure for Likanthrope, which is the technical term for turning into a werewolf other then to shoot it with a silver bullet. The only people who used them were Vanhelsing, Buffy The Vampire Slayer and The Loan Ranger. Poor Belle was having an awful time trying to find those guys yelling, "You Christmas Carol! You Great Expectations! You Oliver Twist! You David Copperfield! You Tail Of 2 Cities!" She was really giving all of those guys the, "Dickens," literally.

After right much wealing and dealing, she eventually did manage to get hold of one silver bullet since that was all they were willing to part with. She sobbed while she put it in the pistol that was to end the man she loved's life. She had always been a strong Christian who believed the Lord could do exceeding abundantly above all she'd ask or think according to the power that worketh in her. She knew He heard her afective furverent prayers since she was quite richeous and expected them to availeth much since that was what the Word promaced, and she believed the Bible.

The full moon came up, shining beautifully across the whole world, it seamed like it was more beautiful, but she dreaded doing what had to be done to spare the man she loved from a life filled with terror and destruction for all the surviving loved-ones of the victims who's lives would have been cut short if she didn't sacrifice the life of the man she loved more than life itself. That's when she heard him coming across the yard. She cocked her gun and held it up, ready to fire it as she looked through both sights.

Yet there was no werewolf. Instead there appeared the man she fell in love with walking and singing hymns. The moon was up and shining a briliant light so bright it was like it was at 8:00 p. m., but Laurence continued to sing those great old hymns such as Our God Reins and How Great Thou Art, but how could it be? He was supposed to have just turned into the terrible, hairy monster and gone running through the tremendous city of Danville while spreading terror and death wherever he went, but all she saw was the man she'd fallen in love with walking and had not turned into the monster which had been terrorizing the whole metropolis of Danville. She wondered why the monster hadn't appeared yet so she looked at the moon.

That was when it hit her, an idea, not the moon. God had heard her effective, firvurent prayers since she was richous, and they had definitely availed much. A few days later Laurence, "popped-it." Of course, Belle said, "Yeah, man!" That turned out to be a perfect name for her because, "bell" is what they heard in the Church in which they, like mule to a plow, were, "hitched." The following year they were married. The next year they were both celebrating the birth of their first cub. He was intelligent like his daddy and he was extremely good-looking like his mamma was. He grew up, got married and had a pack of cubs who all joined The, "Cub" Scouts. At any rate, all they could say was, " 'Howl'-lelujah!" So like the best-written children's stories of all-time will finish up with,

"THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!!!"

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The end. By, Cuz Roye.