Ana was carrying 2 huge bags of groceries

Ana was carrying 2 huge bags of groceries back to her flat near the Gare du Nord. A kerb-crawler was following her, door open: "Viens ici cherie" "You think I'm a tart with snacks?

" Anna said. The man trailing her in a black Citroën laughed, "Je ne sais pas cherie. You tell me." She suddenly stopped in her tracks, reached into one of her grocery bags, and

twirled his sticky mustache, lost in thought. This simple petite fille, this Anna...she was a more formidable opponent than he'd anticipated. The Frenchman suddenly spotted her

man. Herman was a drunk from the town of Bismarck. The Frenchman noticed him because of his lavender cape.

He followed the lavender cape until Herman stopped to puke. "Eh bien, mon ami, you can't go around like that." He pulled out a nice cape from 1836, black with a cabernet-red lining

And put a skullcap on. Then we perambulated into the park, only to find Herman howling at the moon with the Wolf family. He had become a wolf! Now we were really homeless and poor.

The Wolf offered to share their den with us for the night. Herman still looked human enough to express hopefullness that we would. So we did. It was a tight fit and involved a bit

-ing ritual that required all of us to bite each other without drawing blood. After that we were considered part of the wolf pack. But Herman bit the wolf leader a little too hard

drawing blood, sweat and tears. He became a pariah. The wolf pack jettisoned him to the streets where he now lives under the pseudonym "Trashcan Tim."