Fabric Store Run By Werewolf

Why is that bolt of fabric bolted to the ground? I did not realize the guy was a werewolf until he turned around. I wanted to bolt, but I had to be politically correct, right? His teeth were enormous; they gave me a Halloween fright. "It’s got witches on it, they come alive," he growled toward me. His two canine teeth were gleaming bound to rubber bands I could see. I wanted to bolt now, but I stood my ground and asked innocently “How do witches come alive from material, if you please?” He said let me get a bit of dust out of the way my dear. When the dust flies in the air as I dust, it will become clear. He took a feathered duster from the pocket of his duster. They floated into the air and spelled “Muster Cluster Buster.” This told me nothing, but I wanted to bolt nevertheless. Werewolves are storms I do not want to weather, no matter how pure. I weathered away quietly, as you may have guessed. That’s the last time I will go into that fabric store for sure.