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URBAN WEREWOLF
The doorbell rang, we were expecting noone.
My wife went to answer it.
I could hear her clearly even at the back of the house.
“No thank you, we have no interest in that”
The salesmen, smelling a sale, is pushy.
Aggressively he continues his pitch.
“No, please just go away” says my wife.
I can hear the irritation in her voice.
I am not alone in this.
Under my desk a dog is growling.
Omega dog, waiting his chance, awaiting the signal
I become aware of a third voice, quieter, insistent.
“Can we come in to discuss it”
“See them off” I whisper.
The ancient instinct to protect the pack takes over.
The good natured, friendly, young setter,
Is horribly transformed.
Half a million years of cohabitation and selective breeding.
Fall away in an instant.
The beast that runs through the house.
Brushing my wife aside.
Is all wolf.
It is a short conflict, tires scream.
Peace returns to the house.
The wolf is gone, a contented young dog settles down to sleep.
I pick up the sales materials scattered in my garden.
By the Church of Jesus Christ and the Latter Day Saints.
If I had known that before,
I would have sent the rest of the pack!
