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Being a werefox is not easy. The origins of my condition are genetic. My grandfather often transformed. The condition skipped a generation and my
father has never had to endure a transformation. The family story is that my great, great, great grandfather had a dalliance with a gypsy girl in Ireland in the 1700’s. My great, great, great, great grandfather broke the gypsy girl’s heart. He was a lord and lords did not marry gypsy girls in that period. The gypsy girl’s mother cursed the family. Our family had a different surname back then but due to our werefox condition we gained the surname Fox over the centuries. Fortunately, the condition has weakened over the centuries. I do become a little feral when I transform but generally can control my blood lust. Some have even said I look cute when I transform. Only on Halloween when the barrier between
the world of spirits and the world of humans is weakened do I become a wild
werefox. My werefox appearance also changes. My teeth and eyes become much
larger, and do not look cute at all. Also, zombies are drawn by my animal energy
and we roam the wilds together. I can only control the blood lust with great difficulty during Halloween.
I never know when a transformation will occur!
I was on my way to the Khao Kaew Open Zoo near Pattaya, Thailand when suddenly I transformed from my human form to my werfox form! I was a little nervous since I have found that animals often respond to me aggressively when I turn into a werefox. Dogs just flip out and bark at me like they had just gotten a case of rabies. Fortunately I also scare dogs when I turn into a werefox so they keep their distance despite their barking.
Well I am happy to report the animals at the zoo are super mellow unlike dogs and none of them acted crazy at all. The zoo was great except for one thing. The zoo includes an American raccoon. That poor raccoon is very obviously dying of heat. American raccoons live outside in super cold states like Alaska in the winter. The raccoon is not adapted for the tropics at all. The raccoon was panting profusely and just looked miserable! Poor baby! I think the raccoon would appreciate some sort of pool and an occasional slab of ice to play with.