So, I'm walking home from work after getting off the Metro and I start to think about weres. About how it's always werewolves that get the attention. Okay, so the LKH Anita Blake books have wereleopards, and I'm sure I've seen mention about weretigers at some point somewhere. But mainly, it's the wolves. And part of me understands that. I mean, you think of werewolves and you think predator, hunter, much grrr-ness. But what about the forgotten ones? Say, the weresheep? And then that got me thinking, *are* there weresheep? Are there innocent American tourists out there who found themselves lost on the Yorkshire moors one night and were attacked by a vicious woolly mammal? Do they now live a normal life, except for three nights of the month where they have the unerring urge to go out and eat grass? And possibly have a shearing and dip fetish.
And then there's the most important question of all:
Would Oz be as cool if he was a weresheep?
And then there's the most important question of all:
Would Oz be as cool if he was a weresheep?