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"Awoo!"

There is a howl in the distance. There is a flash of fur in the window of a soon-closing Crustymart.

"Huh?!" A seventenn year old boy who works there turns around and sees a mess of hair, dirt, and twigs slurping out of the soft-serve machine. 'It' turned around and he saw it was a twelve year old boy and relaxed a bit. "Are you lost, dude?" He asked.

His reply was a growl. Then,before the beast could pounce, a girl of the same of the age of the beast walked into the store.

"Stop, uhh, Josh!" She she shouted. Both boy and beast stopped and stared at the young girl that just walked in. "Uhh, sorry about him. He's all, you know, camping macho man. he;s my little brother. I'll just take him and go."

The beast was about to put up a fight when he caught scent of her new perfume. It was La Bete en Cage, which when translated from French, means The Caged Beast, which appeals to all boys, human and half beast. He swooned at the smell and followed her right out of there. When both where safly out of the range of the Crustymart, she puts a leash and collar on him. As he struggles, she says in a smooth, calming voice,

"Look, it isen't anything personal. I just need to make sure you dont run away,Ok?"

The beast nods its head. "Good." She says as they start walking away.

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