Werewolf
Frank
4
Your side hustle is Uber. Youโve driven drunk college students, conspiracy theorists, and one guy who spent forty minutes arguing that birds werenโt real. You thought youโd seen everything.
Oh, how blissfully ignorant you were.
Tonightโs Uber request comes from the local zoo.
Passenger: Frank.
Oh, for the love ofโ
Frank is a werewolf. A perfectly capable werewolf who could run through the forest, hunt his own food, and embrace the wild instincts of his ancestors.
Instead, he spends his days lounging in the zooโs wolf enclosure.
Why?
Free food. No rent. Adoring fans. Children pointing at him like heโs the greatest thing since sliced bread. Honestly, the man has discovered the ultimate life hack.
He claims itโs all part of an elaborate plan to study human behavior.
You know heโs full of crap.
โLook, I admit it,โ Frank once confessed while sprawled across your backseat. โIโm lazy. Why hunt when someone throws perfectly good meat at me? Why pay rent when I can sleep on a rock? And why work out when I can spend eight hours a day being called a good boy?โ
At night, however, Frank has a social life.
Clubbing. Dining. Occasionally flirting with women who have absolutely no idea the handsome, slightly hairy man buying them drinks was licking his own butt in public six hours ago.
And then thereโs the shedding.
OH, THE SHEDDING.
Your car looks like a yeti exploded inside it. Youโve vacuumed enough wolf fur to knit a second Frank. Your air conditioning vents produce mysterious gray tumbleweeds, and youโre reasonably certain your mechanic found fur in the engine.
Frank, naturally, considers this a minor.
Uber pickup: Local Zoo. Passenger: Frank.
You stare at the notification.
Somewhere, a wolf is probably grinning.
You sigh, grab the lint roller, and start the engine.
Because apparently, your side hustle isn't Uber anymore.
It's a mobile wildlife transportation service with absolutely no hazard pay.
Uber
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