Saturday's Storyteller: "It was my third day at the werepuppy shelter, and Halloween was the most popular adoption event."
by Belinda Roddie It was my third day at the werepuppy shelter, and Halloween was the most popular adoption event. I started the morning in a typical fashion: Washing my hands, putting on my bite-proof gloves and long-sleeved tunic, tucking my hair into the standard black net that made us look more like we were working at Drac's Diner than tending to little canines. The rest of my staff had finished off the recent pot of coffee by the time I stepped out of the bathroom, but Valencia, bless her zombified soul, was brewing another. She groaned a greeting to me as I fetched a styrofoam cup. "Big day today," I said with a smile on my face. Valencia nodded. A loose piece of skin dangled from her graying jawline. "Exciting," she mumbled. She poured me java that was as black as a moonless night, and I enjoyed the bitterness. There was a line outside the shelter already, and it was only eight minutes before we opened the doors. I was told to expect this. W...