Sure, it was full moon, but not every monster in the underworld was out making mayhem and sowing fear. Werewolf wasn’t interested in blood, guts or gore, knowing it would harsh his mellow.
Instead he was hanging out waiting for some excitement to pass his way, getting high and feeling the munchies coming on. Then he saw Little Red Riding Hood on her way back from visiting her grandma and his mood turned to romance.
As she walked by, he let out a long, low wolf-whistle. She simply ignore him and continued down the street.
“You think you’re too cool for me?” he called to her.
“No,” she answered, “It jus’ you need a hair cut and some better threads, what you’re wearing is all tore up.”
As she continued down the sidewalk, her returned to the shadows complaining, “Damned red-heads anyway.”
Feeling the empty pit that was his stomach, he tripped down to the local Kwiki-Mart and bought a bag of Corn Nuts and a Mountain Dew.
“Maybe the Bride of Frankenstein’ll wanna hang out,” he thought as he struggled to open the back of nuts.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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