“I know it’s could be worse.” Dutch scratched behind his ears, which flapped. “But were-Dalmatian is so... specific. Anonymity? Ha!”
“I’d take Dalmatian over mosquito,” Bert whined.
“At least no one makes silver flyswatters,” Vern said comfortingly. Vern was a were-raven, which was almost traditional.
“Still hurts,” Bert muttered.
Vern turned to a rotund figure, who was staring at the cookie on his plate with the saddest expression anyone had ever seen. “How about you, friend? Care to introduce yourself?”
“Panda,” he said.
There was a pause. “They only eat bamboo, don’t they?”
“Yes.” The man stared at his cookie.
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