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This short story is almost finished.

"The moon kills, you know. It feeds off the earth. And when it shines down, fat and full, something in the night howls, the inhuman notes drifting on the wind, lonely, savage, lycanthropic. And with each full moon during the cycle of the werewolf, something, or someone, has to die."

~Cycle of the Werewolf~ Stephen King

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In the fourth week after the murder of Alicia Chambers that Hobbes finally snapped.

Calvin and Hobbes were watching the news at the time, for some reason or another. They should have been outside, but Mom had insisted on it being too dark. Before Calvin could argue, he found himself on the couch, a scowl on his mom's face.

And now, on the news, Stacy Walsh and Carl Fisch chuckled their weatherman's laugh as Carl began his little synopsis of how weather this week was exactly like a woman deciding on clothes at the mall. "Mother Nature keeps picking up something you like and then puts it back." Although it was far from funny, Stacy still managed to chuckle.

"Also, you might want to keep you children in doors this Saturday. It's the full moon, and you might just find a little werewolf outside!" They began to laugh to each other when Calvin snapped off the TV. "These are the least funniest weather people I've ever heard. Drop dead, Stacy. 'Fuh fuh fuh, you might find a little werewolf outside! Fuh fuh fuh!' my God." If there was uneasiness in his voice, Calvin didn't show it. Calvin frowned in distrust and began to walk away, not noticing that Hobbes had managed to curl into a ball and had his puffed out tail in a death grip.

"What say we go read some Captain…Napalm…Hobbes, are you alright?" Hobbes turned his head slowly to meet Calvin's eyes.

This has to come out now.

But I can't tell Calvin I'm a werewolf/tiger. He wouldn't love me anymore.

Of course he would. He probably would help you too.

I'm not sure.

Of course you are.

Alright…

"N-no." he stumbled, released his tail and looked up into Calvin's eyes. "I got to tell you something."

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"A werewolf?" uttered Calvin as Hobbes started his story with the death of Alicia Chambers. There was a slight uneasiness in his voice, as if he had somewhat expected it.

"No, a weretiger." corrected Hobbes, despite how absurd he sounded. "A were tiger, ok, but…but why didn't you tell me earlier? The full moon is this weekend. If you had told me earlier, we could have figured something else out."

Hobbes directed his gaze to the floor. "You know how people react in a panic. Animals are permitted to do the same." "Ok, ok. So, what do we do now? I've never read of a way to reverse a werewolf, have you? We'll have to contain you somehow…the shed!"

Hobbes arched an eyebrow.

"The shed! We can put you in there the night of the full moon and lock the door, and do that every month for the rest of your life! That's perfect!" Hobbes sighed and evaluated his options. And he had none others.

"Alright, we do the shed Saturday night." Calvin nodded and stood up from the couch. "I'll go get a lock." and with that he exited to the room.

Hobbes nodded silently. "Let's pray that this works."