| Now, the night was waning, and our boys were all tuckered out from walking around the forest and venting spleen, so they decided to head back and eat their supper, no matter how dismally pathetic it was. Upon arrival, they found the front door ajar, so they chose to enter the cottage with caution; Dracula leading, reddened penetrating eyes peering out from above his heavy black cape. Wolfman followed, beedy black eyes squinting, snout asnarl, teeth bared for an attack; and the monster trailed behind, his yellowed eyes wide as doubloons, nervously looking about, like an oversized and misshapen boy, frightened out of his patchworked gourd . In the main room, where their meal had been set, they found a sight which caused them some concern, and, for the monster at least, some degree of dismay. "Someone has spilt my plasma potage!" cried Dracula. "Someone has been hanging around my marrowbone, I can smell it!" yelped the Wolfman. "Someone has eaten all of my nuts and berries!" sobbed the monster, "Now I won't have anything to eat for supper tonight!" "Don't worry mon frere, all is not lost," the Wolfman said to the monster, as he patted his elbow reassuringly, with a furry black-taloned hand, "for I smell an intruder in our midst!" And so the Wolfman led his friends up the ladder, into the loft, where they found a disturbung scene. "Someone has been in my casket!" gasped Dracula, aghast at the thought of someone else desecrating his immaculate crib. "Someone has been snooping around my basket!" gnarred the Wolfman irately. "Yeah, well someone has been sleeping on my slab, and they're still there!" bawled the monster, "Where am I going to sleep now?" The three friends stood around the monster's sleeping slab and began to marvel at the beauty of their uninvited guest. "Boy, she sure is pretty," said the monster, as he rubbed the tears out of his eyes and wiped his nose on his sleeve. "Yeah, her hair is so shiny and black," said the Wolfman, "I just love the way the curls frame her pretty little face. I mean, look at that skin, white as alabaster." "I've seen whiter," Dracula interjected, "but yes, she is a fine specimen." Then the Wolfman grinned a toothy smile and growled slyly, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Dracula responded with a leer, as the monster looked back towards his comely usurper and said, "Jerky." |