To whom it may concern
Thanksgiving is in two weeks. I am worried about being around family and friends. They make me salivate. My stomach moans and groans at the thought of a fresh meal walking around the house. Thanksgiving is a time of giving, but all I feel like doing is taking, taking meat, fresh meat – and the trust that my family has given me and throwing it away. But it is not me that is talking, it is the werewolf inside of me.
Thanksgiving is fast approaching. Can you help me please?