The full moon was up the sky.
Like a tag, hole-punched, it said fill your belly boy.
I loped along the edge of the field to a steaming manure pile.
I sniffed in admiration.
On all fours I made for the point where the tracks formed a crossroads.
A sign stood there, its pointing fingers seem panicked.
I reached the sign and I stared at the words through wild eyes:
'Have your fill', 'Stay Here', 'Don't Change'.
A dog approached and whimpered. Its master called him from a distant wood. "Bluuuuue!".
Fortunately I wasn't hungry.
I made my way to the local Space Base and hid in the waiting shuttle.
It was stuffed with young souls embarking on a new life.
At six am it launched - with me - inside the deep hold.
The millionth Christmas ship since 2030.
Its destination:
Mars.
I peered through the port and let the dead dark shrink my body back.
I was tired of changing.
I was hungry again.
Phobos and Deimos came into view as the shuttle screamed towards Mars and its bloated cities.
I changed for the very last time and gently growled.
My full howl could wait.
'Two moons', I gloated,
'Two full moons!'
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This short tale was inspired by Creepy and dedicated to my two Creepy-loving brothers.
