Hey diddle diddle, He's a cat 'cause he fiddled!

Scott picks up the viola and starts plucking the strings. "Scott, leave that alone!" you say.

"I'm not doing any harm" he replies, but then black fur and whiskers start to grow out of his face, his hands and feet turn to paws, destroying his shoes, a tail bursts from his rear and his ears, eyes and nose change too.

Scott has become a werecat!

Written by an anonymous author

Saddle up, partner!

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