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Chapter 5

The Story The Authors

Meanwhile, Back At The Happy Acres Mental Institution, The Guests (read:inmates) Were Just Being Let Out For Their Evening Constitutional (read:labour). When The Guard Went In The Main Dormitory To Make Sure All The Guests Were Where They Were Supposed To Be, He Wasn't Shocked To See One Form Still Huddled Under His Sheets. It Was That Hick With The Delusions Of Grandeur. He Thought He'd Been A Star Some Time Back, But Now He Was Nothing. Just Another Crazy In A Mental Ward. The Guard Warily Wacked Him With His Billy Club. "You Know You Have To Get Out There And Pick Carrots, You Lazy Insane Guy!" He Gruffly Intoned In His Best Guard Voice. In Response, A Large Werewolf Came Tumbling Out Of Nowhere And Stood Menacingly On A Small Night Table. The Guard Had Hated Werewolves Ever Since That Accident With The House And The Poodle. He Forgot All His Guardly Duties And Just Ran. After He Was Out The Door The Werewolve Turned To The Shivering Mass Under The Covers. "Go.. You Mussst Find Them.. You Mussst Make Them Pay For What They Did To Me, All Thossse Yearss Ago." It Growled, Just Barely Sounding Like A Human, And Not Much Like A Dog Either. More Like A Person With A Forked Tongue Would Talk. Like A Snake Or Something. It's Eyes Shining Like Silver Dollars, The Lycanthrope Pulled The Blankets Aside, Unveiling The Prone Form. Hoisting Him Upon Its Back, It Promptly Escaped The Compound And Deposited Him By A Road Out In Maine. Sophocles Was Back. Jesse

The Story	The Authors
Meanwhile, Back At The Happy Acres Mental Institution, The Guests (read:inmates) Were Just Being Let Out For Their Evening Constitutional (read:labour). When The Guard Went In The Main Dormitory To Make Sure All The Guests Were Where They Were Supposed To Be, He Wasn't Shocked To See One Form Still Huddled Under His Sheets. It Was That Hick With The Delusions Of Grandeur. He Thought He'd Been A Star Some Time Back, But Now He Was Nothing. Just Another Crazy In A Mental Ward. The Guard Warily Wacked Him With His Billy Club. "You Know You Have To Get Out There And Pick Carrots, You Lazy Insane Guy!" He Gruffly Intoned In His Best Guard Voice. In Response, A Large Werewolf Came Tumbling Out Of Nowhere And Stood Menacingly On A Small Night Table. The Guard Had Hated Werewolves Ever Since That Accident With The House And The Poodle. He Forgot All His Guardly Duties And Just Ran. After He Was Out The Door The Werewolve Turned To The Shivering Mass Under The Covers. "Go.. You Mussst Find Them.. You Mussst Make Them Pay For What They Did To Me, All Thossse Yearss Ago." It Growled, Just Barely Sounding Like A Human, And Not Much Like A Dog Either. More Like A Person With A Forked Tongue Would Talk. Like A Snake Or Something. It's Eyes Shining Like Silver Dollars, The Lycanthrope Pulled The Blankets Aside, Unveiling The Prone Form. Hoisting Him Upon Its Back, It Promptly Escaped The Compound And Deposited Him By A Road Out In Maine. Sophocles Was Back.	Jesse

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