Wolf-Man portrait by Hal Dickens |
AB: Thank you for agreeing to this Q & A, Mr—um… What do you go by? Mr Man? Mr Wolf? Wolfie-Poo? What?
WM: How about Harold? That is my name, after all.
AB: Alright, “Harold,” let’s start with the most obvious quest—Really? “Harold”? So your name is “Harry Wolf-Man?”
WM: Of course not! It’s Bach. I wasn’t always a wolf-man, you know. And I prefer “Harold” to “Harry,” if you don’t mind.
AB: Certainly. So, how did you become a—I’m sorry, but is your name really “Harry Bach”?
WM: I told you I preferred “Harold.” My brother had it worse. He was “Albert”: “Albie,” for short.
AB: Was he a wolf-man, too?
WM: Nope. Killer robot. I come from a less-than-traditional family, you might say.
AB: Not exactly Wally and the Beaver, eh?
WM: Huh? Oh! You mean my cousin, Wally? Yes, he’s a beaver—but only during the full moon! The rest of the time he’s an otter.
AB: And what about you?
WM: I’ve never been an otter.
AB: I mean, about the full moon.
WM: Oh. Right. During the full moon, I do become a wolf.
AB: And when did that begin?
WM: The full moon? Not for a week or so, yet.
AB: I mean, when did you start changing under a full moon?
WM: Ew! I don’t change under a full moon! I change at home like everybody else! Otherwise, it’s public indecency!
AB: How. Long. Have. You. Been. A. Werewolf?
WM: Is that what you wanted to know? Why didn’t you just ask?
AB: --
WM: I’ve been a wolf-man for 250 years—
AB: Wow! That’s amazing! The things you must have seen! The history you must have experienced!
WM: —of course, that’s in dog years.
AB: Oh. And how did it happen? Were you bitten by a wolf?
WM: Yeah, you’d think so. Actually, it was a bad hot dog at Wrigley Field.
AB: Really?
WM: No, just kidding. It was a wolf bite.
WM: Not as many as you’d think, which is okay. The whole “lone wolf” concept is a great help there. Besides, wolf-gals have a tendency to not shave their legs. Yeck!
AB: So, what are you looking for in that special somebody?
WM: Same as everyone else, I guess: fun personality; great sense of smell; fast reflexes… I’d really like to meet someone who’s good at fetch. Like most guys, I enjoy long moonlight walks; howling; running naked through the woods with friends; the taste of fresh, warm blood pouring down my throat and the music of Mozart.
AB: Well, thank you for your time, Mr Bach. It’s been great talking with you.
WM: It’s been my pleasurrrrrre! Grrrrrrrr! Owoooooooo!
2 comments:
This still totally cracks me up!
Glad you're still enjoying it!
It's dorkish, I know, but what other composer besides Wolfgang Mozart would a werewolf like?
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