BEEN BUSY WHOOP WHOOP

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7.

"Wow," said Saphira, gazing at my expectedly, "how long did you keep that punch?"  

"Excuse me," I replied, "it's totally fresh. Homemade."

"Obviously a case of accidental food poisoning . . . ," said Ashlee, "better get rid of that jug of juice."

"Hmm," said Booksy Owly thoughtfully, "before we do that, I think I should take some samples . . ."

"Uh," Jarwen said, wiping his nose, "how are you gonna do that?"

"I need to set up a lab downstairs in the basement perhaps. It'll be small. You can't fit much in a woven basket."

"You brought medical supplies with you?" Will asked, half-amazed.

"You honestly didn't think I'd come on one of these trips without some weapons, did you?"

I nodded. That was actually a good idea. "Well, you can go down there now. Maybe Jarwen should accompany you."

The AE rolled her eyes. "Fine . . ." He picked up the jug of punch and Booksy tried to sop up all the juice from Arwen's spilled up as she could. She carefully folded her cloth inward and the two trudged down the stairs to the deep, dark, wet dungeon-like room.

"So, what do we do with the body?" asked Kate-the-Great, thinking up about levitation.

"I may need that!" called Booksy Owly suddenly. "Don't touch it!"

Kate instantly made her mind go flat, making the hovering body fall on the floor again. "And if someone trips over that?"

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The CAPTCHA's were growing restless. For the longest time, since the party had started, they were ignored and left in the corner of the living room, sitting next to the fireplace.

It was warm, with its fiery rays reaching up into the shelf. It crackled loudly, like popcorn popping. Tiny embers were ejected out, tiny suns falling to the ground.

The CAPTCHA spoke in the four-lettered language, but yet they could still understand each other.

"I'm bored," said Poofball, gazing at the angry flames with her little eye.

"Same," said Luna. "Too bad the clouds are covering up the moon. I'm in a need for a howl."

"I wouldn't howl here," warned Hazel. "There could be werewolves."

"Eh," cried a chirp, "those creatures are only in legend, silly."

The little animals shot their head up and noticed a blue jay sitting on the edge of Kate's chair. Except for some reason, there were small red and brown feathers sticking out.

"Who," asked Poofball, "are you?"

"The name's Cardinal. As you can see, I'm a cardinal." She bowed proudly. "Actually, I'm dressed as a blue jay for this special occasion."

"Nice costume," complimented Luna. "So . . ." She quickly made a low, quick growl. "Anything interesting going on outside?"

"Eh," the bird chirped. "Not much. The rain's letting up a bit, but I can tell the showers will be back soon again. Right now it's a bit foggy over the area." 

"Oooh," said Luna, excitedly. She gently scratched the carpet with her paws. "I love fog."

"I wouldn't go out there . . . you could get lost in the dark, twisty streets of who-knows-where."

"But isn't there a nice, big yard?"

"It's a graveyard. aka a cemetary."

"Ha!" scoffed Luna. "What's the worst that could happen? Tripping on a gravestone?"

Cardinal fell silent for a moment. Finally she opened her shiny beak and said, "The ghosts are the other thing I would worry about." 

Luna rolled her eyes. "I wanna go play in the graveyard! Who's with me!"

The two other CAPTCHA's looked extremely reluctant, but they were bored as well. They all sighed and scooted out from the house using a small doggie door.

Cardinal sighed deeply and bowed her head.

~

The graveyard was surprisingly big. It had many different kinds of stones, some all sorts of shapes and sizes. Most were pretty old, crooked or worn away so badly you couldn't even read them. The fog didn't help much either, and it seemed to be growing thicker every moment.

"I;m scared . . ." whsipered Poofball as she hovered over the scene with her wings.

"Yeah," said Haazel, "maybe we should go."

"No," Luna insisted, "not yet." These stones make great chew toys and hurdles!" She happily jumped over one and gnawed at one, leaving a pair of fresh teeth marks.

"Mwa Ha Ha or Novelist or whoever will kill us if she finds us here."

"Nah . . ." Suddenly, Luna stopped short in her tracks. She turned her head to the navy sky and watched as a few fluffy dark clouds began to dissipate and move, revealing a large full moon. It glowed with silver and white, and it reflected in the CAPTCHA;s eyes.

"Yes! I knew it! TIme to howl! I hope there are some other wolves around."

"OH no . . ." groaned Poofball, wishing her arms were long enough to cover her eyes.

Luna dramatically closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let out a long aaaa-rooooo, her posture stern and taught with pride. She stopped for a moment and cocked her ears to see if anyone would respond. There was silence for a few seconds.

"Ah well," she said sadly, "I guess they can't speak CAPTCHA." She was just about to turn around when another howl erupted. She couldn't see any other wolves, but her scent told her it was near.

"Hmm . . ." She let out a respodning howl. "Strange . . . this wolf's not making much sense. He speaks a different wolf dialect . . . one I never heard before . . . almost seems as if there was a tinge of human to it . . ." She tried to shake off the thought, because that'd be impossible. She resisted the urge to howl again, but another growl was let loose by the unknown wolf. This time, it seemed closer . . .

Luna, Poofball, and Hazel became quite frightened now. They were about to go back inside when suddenly a giant blanket of fog engulfed the entire cemetary. It was so thick nobody could see where they were. Poofball quickly tried to fly overhead and see what was wrong. All she saw was fog.

"Luna?! Haze;?! Where are you?"

There was a loud growl, and then a thud, and then a soft whimper. The fog instantly dissipated, and all Poofball saw was a glimpse of thick, brown fur. She gasped at what she saw on the ground. Luna was lying on her side, her paws twitching nervously.

"AH!" she cried. She dove to the ground just as Hazel ran over.

She didn't see any marks on the wold, she just seemed to be injured somehow. "Who did this?" she asked.

"Not sure . . ." rasped Luna. "Werewolf."

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Oh gosh. Is this too dramatic or scary? 

(kay CAPTCHA, you're on a roll here with real words. Now ya say mint) 

(also I have surprise for Booksy) 

Awsome story; is it too late for me to join?