The wolfman growled at the castle door as the rain soaked its fur. The snout, twisted in a snarl, opened, barking out pained, half-human words. “Let me in!”
“Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin,” laughed an airy voice.
The hinges moaned as the door fell open. The wolfman sauntered in, stopping to shake himself as he passed the threshold.
“Tut-tut,” remonstrated the unseen host. “Such bad manners.”
To this, the wolfman snapped at the shadows, his teeth closing on nothing but darkness.
The visitor’s low, growling voice said, “Don’t need your lip, Count. Just a room tonight.”
“Who’d you kill?” asked the voice.
“Don’t know. Never do. My mind only comes back slowly. Maybe just a sheep.”
“Or maybe a shepherd,” came the soft reply. “I hope you didn’t hurt any of my people.”
“What if I did?” the wolfman howled
The hinges creaked, and the door closed. The wolfman stood blind in the darkness.
“I’d have to add it to your bill.”
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