Lupine Village was a place where everyone was a Werewolf - except one. You see, Randall was born on the height of the full moon, so as you know, this necessarily made him a were-MAN, and not a wolf. The whole town walked around in their human shapes for most of the month, shopping and carrying on with life as usual. Except poor Randall, who was a wolf most days.
Life was not easy for him.
In grade three, the girl he liked stuck gum in his fur.
In high school, he got a girlfriend in spite of his, em, condition. Tragically, they had to break up once they discovered she was allergic to dog fur.
Mr. Kendall, the town dentist, charged him extra to clean his teeth and prescribed him a bone to chew to get rid of plaque. How humiliating.
When he found an apartment that would take him, he was forced to pay a pet deposit.
Mei Lee, the plumber, was forever at his place, unclogging the drains.
None of the neighbourhood cats would come anywhere near him, and he did so love to pet them.
The only job he could get was as a call centre. The headset wasn't designed for his ears or his long snout, so he had trouble communicating with his customers. He had to sit eight hours a day on his tail with his legs barely crammed beneath his desk.
On full moon nights, things weren't much better for Randall. As the whole town transformed into wolves, he became a man - a rather handsome man, in fact, with shiny hair and straight teeth.
But the townspeople, in their wolf forms, wouldn't have anything to do with him. How could they? Randall could only yell at the moon instead of howl. He was left far behind when the wolves would run through the woods in great packs. He could hardly see or smell anything, they said, what with his short nose and poor eyes. He couldn't even eat raw meat without getting sick! And hunting with a rifle. Pah! That was cheating!
Over the years, Randall grew bitter and isolated. He lost his job at the call centre for howling on the job and was kicked out his apartment when his fur ruined the plumbing for good.
Poor Randall. But his story has a happy ending, you see. A town of werewolves had not gone unnoticed. One full moon, the hunters came to the village, and Randall watched safely in his human form, over a latte in the local cafe.
After the hunters had finished, there was no one left to laugh at him. He ran off into the woods when he transformed back, shedding his human life for good, only to act like a man on the night of the full moon - as nature intended.