worst night of my life
the trees felt dead tonight, the air was hostile
I felt like something was going to snatch me up
there was a mist, it felt ominous and threatening
a werewolf slunk out of the tree line
He was angry looking with a frown that made the moon gasp
So, you just stood there? Guessed my friend
It would not have done me a bit of good to run.
Werewolves love chasing down their food.
So, you hid? She guessed.
I don’t remember, I admitted.
But it was the worst night of my life.
Until the spaceship picked me up and took me to the examination room.
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