The blade on the meat cleaver gleamed sinisterly under the lights.Suzy was usually very kind to me, always smiling and cooking my favorite meals.Yet, there she was, sharpening a meat cleaver against a sharpening block while humming gaily under her breath.The tune was a very weird one, and it wasn't something that we humans had ever heard before. The lyrics were in Wolfish, and I could barely make out the words as they emanated from her throat."Oh, the missus' skin is soft and tender. To bake, or not to bake? To steam, or not to steam?"Oh, the missus' leg is fleshy and supple. To brine, or not to brine? To cure, or not to cure?"Oh, the missus' fingers are light and crunchy. To pickle, or not to pickle? To deep fry, or not to deep fry?"I quickly covered my mouth with my hands, barely able to suppress a scream. I felt my stomach churning in fear and discomfort.Suzy suddenly stopped, her nose and ears twitching a few times.Werewolves had an incredibly sensitive sense of h
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