The Other Howling

It was a dark and stormy night in the small town of Virginia City. The wind howled through the trees, and the moon cast eerie shadows on the ground. The townsfolk were on edge following rumors of a werewolf lurking in the woods.

Denny, the local handyman, was heading home from a late-night job, having heard the stories but did not believe in such nonsense. Further down the deserted street, he heard a low growl from the bushes.

“Who’s there?” Denny called out, his voice trembling slightly. The growl grew louder, and he saw glowing eyes staring at him from the darkness.

Denny’s heart raced as he fumbled for his flashlight. He shone the beam into the bushes, and the creature stepped into the light. It was furry and had a menacing look on its face.

“Is that…the werewolf?” Denny muttered to himself.

The creature let go with a menacing howl, and Denny stepped back, his mind racing with fear.

He turned and ran, his footsteps echoing through the empty streets. He burst into the local saloon, where a few townsfolk gathered.

“There’s a werewolf outside!” Denny shouted, his eyes wide with terror.

The townsfolk exchanged nervous glances.

Old Lady Jenkins, who was known for her tall tales, spoke up. “I told you all! The werewolf is real!”

Sheriff Mike, a no-nonsense man with a thick mustache, stood up. “Alright, everyone, stay calm. Let’s go check it out.”

The group cautiously moved outside, armed with flashlights and makeshift weapons. They followed Denny to the spot where he had seen the creature.

“There it is!” Denny pointed, his hand shaking. The creature was still there, its eyes glowing in the darkness.

Sheriff Mike stepped forward, his flashlight trained on the creature. As he got closer, he let out a hearty laugh.

“Denny, that’s no werewolf. That’s a chihuahua!”

Then Mrs. Thompson appeared from around the corner. “Oh, there you are, Mr. Snuggles! I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”