WereDentist

I went to the dentist today. Everyone was gone for the day. So I was able to slip out and make the appointment. Was not easy. Had to drag myself there. Still very sore from wounds.

Dr. Fangman is a weredog, of course, and has done special training so that he can work on human and canine teeth, and the teeth of weres. It takes some time, seeing a weredentist. He has to check your teeth in all 3 forms. Fortunately, he has a TV hung over the chair. So I watched ESPN most of the time.

"Have you ever worked on a werewolf?"

He said his werewolf business has been picking up a lot lately. I asked if he knew why. He said it is a result of weredogs and werewolves coming together more lately. Lots of changes. One of those is werewolves thinking more about dental health. After all, what is a werewolf with his or her teeth? Or with bad teeth?

Dr. Fangman said that a werewolf had recently come to him and between x-rays had told him that years ago he was pillaging a remote farm, just taking some chicken and sheep, when he came face to face with the young wife of the farmer. She screamed when she saw him, as he was in wereform. He opened his mouth to snarl, to hopefully influence her to pass out, so that he could finish with his biz and get out of there. When he did the woman stopped screaming and said, "Eeeeewwwwww!!! I've seen better chompers on a rotten corpse!"

He was so embarrassed that he left without any chickens, left the area entirely, and never went back to that farm. "See how important dental hygiene is?" said the doc. I ventured that knowing werewolves the way I do, and canines in general, that part of his departure might have been that he was attracted to the young wife and nurturing plans to seduce some dark night. The doc conceded that might have also been the case.

I hope Jack and all are gone during most of the days this week. Like today. I need to get much done, and cannot do it when they, or any of them, as here, home.