I got__________

I got__________

and then a _________ happened, and there were ________ in my ________ which I couldn't ________ because we were _________ with a __________ and some

lemme fill in them blanks for ya: tornado, witches, yard, revive, not motivated, ll the scuttlebutt on the Wicked Witch of the West. There ya go! Now continue with "and some..."

The writer stared up at this impertinent intruder with surprise. "I'll fill in my blanks any way I choose thank you very much!" he said, angrily getting to his feet.

"And I don't need YOU to tell me how to do it!" He gestured violently with his pen. The intruder hissed and drew back, cradling his forearm. Blood welled up along a thin scratch.

"Why is your pen loaded with Holy Water," hissed the intruder indicating his bleeding and now boiling forearm as evidence that it was. "Is that what that is? Oh my gosh! I thought

, wait if it's hurting you that means your a werewolf." "Actually, I'm a special kind of werewolf, I'm a

YA lit werewolf. It means I don't really kill anyone or anything, I just run around shirtless a lot and sometimes turn into a dog."

"Heel!" she said. She meant it as an insult, but since it was a full moon night and he had become a dog, he followed her home. She locked the door behind her and called the police.

“Commissioner Gordon!” she cried out of breath, “a werewolf followed me home! And it’s eating the food I leave out for the stray cats!” “That’s what you get feeding a stray dog.”