Mooned

By Norm Cowie

When Ben Hurdt unexpectedly transforms into a werewolf in front of his pets, they investigate ... and then all human breaks out.

(a short story by award winning humorist Norm Cowie)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Norm Cowie
• Release date: Oct 10, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465885173

Norm Cowie

Fantasy humor author of Bonk & Hedz, a caveman story, the YA humor vampire/werewolf novels Fang Face and WereWoof and Preditors and Editors readers' choice award-winning urban-fantasy humor Adventures of Guy series.

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I loved this book, fangs and all. ~~ Best selling author James Rollins on Fang Face

... an amusing teen vampire tale... ~~ Five starred review - Harriet Klausner, Amazon's #1 book reviewer on Fang Face

"… humorous fantasy at its best…" ~~ Armchair Interviews (Amazon Top reviewer), on The Adventures of Guy

"No topic is safe from Cowie’s incredible wit and entertaining turn-of-phrase." On The Adventures of Guy - ~~ Pop Syndicate (rated one of Pop Syndicate's Top Ten Books of 2007)

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Mooned

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Norm Cowie

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Copyright 2011 by Norm Cowie

This is a work of fiction.

(That means it’s not based on real stuff)

Mooned

By Norm Cowie

"Sit, roll over, beg."

Things you probably shouldn't say to a werewolf.

Montrail Melees are trail shoes, a bit expensive perhaps, but excellent for running dirt paths. A pair of these particular shoes slapped onto the earthen ground with controlled precision as Ben Hurdt ran the wooded trail under silvery moonlight. As he approached a small rise between clumps of river birches, he attacked the incline and cleared its summit with ease. He rode gravity down the other side of the meandering path, lengthening his stride to eat yards up at a time.

These midnight runs down a well known path in the forest next to his property were the perfect antidote to a high stress work day, and today had been more stressful than ever.

Herdt took a deep breath of clean air perfumed with the heady aroma of wood, loam, fern, wildlife and ... something else.

He was trying to figure out what the something else was when it landed on him, slamming him to the dirt.

a couple months later

Fetch was lying on the floor, shedding nervously.

Something horrible was happening and the huge shaggy dog didn’t have the mental acuity to figure it out. He didn’t even know what mental acuity was, which didn't bother him because he had other more useful talents, like the ability to sniff out dropped hotdogs, soak sunlight on his belly and manufacture copious quantities of