Perhaps a garage sale is in order

You sigh, unable to resist the brown eyes of your now-furry sweetheart, and agree to help the others. The two of you begin rummaging through the items by the witch's throne; and the other transformed creatures catch on, and help you out. After a while, Jessie triumphantly holds up a spellbook. You flip through, find a counter-spell for the transformation of werecreatures. There is a bright flash of light and...

Written by Foxkith

Diddily-squat happens
the witch is back
Something happens - to everyone else.

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