The bar of soap

It was the evening at the pool bar. Tensions were high. The anti valentines party was on the verge of collapse, because the people were not in the mood to attend.

Suddenly it came to his mind. the perfect strategy. nathanael the werewolf was licking his paws when his ancestors called upon him. They spoke to his mind, “woof woof woof, woof”.

Nathanael rose, coming back into his human form. Knowing very well what he had to do. Fraternize with the enemy.

on the other side of the bar sat a pale skinned uruguayan. The far lands had spoken legends of him, centuries of stories and myths. No one really knew the truth about him. he looked at peace while drinking his dark red cherry beer.

“Hello” said nathanael, softly

“what are you doing here, you have cross the sacred boundary “ the Uruguayan responded defiantly,