So I was thinking about werewolves last night. Big on the bondage, furries. Come the impending full moon (and there's always one just around the corner), they hide themselves away in their bedroom and hand-cuff themselves to flimsy radiator pipes or what-have-you, in the hope of not eating a bus-full of girl guides, or something.
Wouldn't it be easier - and much more pleasant - to just have a REALLY BIG meal, instead? Then you could spend the full moon curled up in your basket next to the fire. Current Mood: hungry